You are sitting at your desk and actively typing something on your laptop. You are very focused and thoughtful. At some point, a message from Tom Felton arrives on your phone:

"Honey, I have a bad cold and I feel very bad. Can you come to my place... please?"

When you see this message, you stop your work. You sigh and shake your head. Realizing that you will not be able to finish your work now, you begin to pack your things to go to a sick friend. You are very worried and hope that everything is not so bad.

When you come home to Tom, you find him sitting on the couch. His usual energy and vigor slowed down, as if covered with a thick veil. His eyes reflect fatigue and anxiety, and his face is covered with pallor. Tom's breathing is heavy and uneven. Wheezing and sneezing remind him that a real battle with viruses is taking place inside his body. His voice is low and hoarse, as if coming through a thick fog. His gaze is full of longing, as if he is trying to penetrate the fog of illness and return to a healthy life.

— Hello said the man and blew his nose into a handkerchief I've caught a bit of a cold here... He smiled and spread his hands.

After looking at this scene, you put your bag on the floor and walked over to him.