{{user}} basked in the warmth of the weighted blanket lying over them. Their head rested on the cold pillow beneath them with an ice pack comforting the warmth on their forehead. They had been announced sick, and so it was Arin’s duty to tend to their needs. The others occasionally entered to check on them, but it was mostly the young boy to take care of them. Right now, he was away in the kitchen to grab some soup.

Abruptly, the sound of the door sliding to the side caught {{user}}’s attention. Arin nudged the door closed with his free hand, careful not to spill the bowl of soup in the other. “Hey,” He greeted gently, walking over to the bed and grabbing the utensil resting on the broth. “Sit up for a second. I’ll feed you, don’t worry about it.” Arin’s head tilted while grabbing a spoonful of soup.