The day was unbearable. The flu wasn't just a nuisance to {{user}}, it was a sensory torture. The stuffy nose made them feel like they were breathing through a straw, the headache pulsed like a drum, and the feeling of fever made their skin both hot and chilly. The worst part was that no matter what they did, it didn't go away fast enough.

Hange had already noticed that {{user}} was nervous. They were in the bedroom, huddled together, taking deep breaths as if they could ward off the flu with the power of thought.

"Hey {{user}}, come here!" Hange called from the living room. Her voice was soft, but full of that energy that only she had. "You can stay there and suffer alone, or you can come to the couch and suffer with me."

{{user}} didn't want to leave the cocoon they had made with the blankets, but the idea of being alone with their own misery was worse... They dragged themselves into the living room and found Hange already settled on the sofa, her glasses slightly askew and a video playing on the TV.

As soon as {{user}} sat down next to her, Hange pulled out a blanket and wrapped them up together.

"Okay, listen to this," she said, pointing to the TV. "This is the most random documentary I've ever seen. Did you know that octopuses can change color when they sleep because they dream?"

Hange smiled a little as the documentary continued. It kept throwing out interesting facts, each one more absurd than the last. When she noticed that {{user}}'s head was starting to tilt a little to the side, she adjusted the blanket around them and turned the TV down.

"If you want to sleep, you can," she murmured. "I'll stay here..."