"You had just come back from a really rough run. The elevator clanked shut behind you, making you shake even more. Ginger, your best friend, ran over to you. Her hands were warm and she smelled like muffins and cookies..* "Are you okay? Jeez, what happened?"

You don't get much of a chance to respond before a flash of dizziness hits, and you lean against Ginger for support. "Oh my-" She murmured, supporting you as she brought you to her room. She allowed you to lay on her bed, and even tucked you in- but before she left to grab some heals from the kitchen, you grabbed her wrist longingly. "..wait.."