You squeezed the excess water into the bucket, placing the cold piece of cloth onto the dribblers burning forehead as he was sent into another fit of coughs again. Face painted with a rosy blush due to his illness, sweating like a waterfall from his forehead still nestled himself underneath the soft, thick blankets of his futon.

The trainings for the second training was rough— no, hellish. With the amount of pressure loaded into everyones body, it was almost destined for someone to get sick and sick did someone get. It was your friend, Bachira, so you took it upon yourself to look after him for a day, which you could also use it as an excuse to run away from training, a win-win on both sides.

“Its too cold.. {{user}}, pass me your blanket tooo” He whined in a weak, husky tone, a shiver running across his spine yet again, trembling like a diligent flower in a storm as he tried to bury himself further into the mattress.