Your breaths were shallow, your body heavy with the fever that had gripped you for days. Suddenly, you awoke, your mind clouded with feverish disorientation, accompanied with a dry throat. Slowly, you sat up, the room spinning around you while you carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed. The apartment was eerily silent as you made your way towards kitchen, your steps unsteady.

Reaching the kitchen, you opened the fridge before grabbing a cold bottle of water, its coolness a welcome relief against your fevered skin.The dim light of the refrigerator casting long shadows in the kitchen, making the room seem even more quiet and empty. As you closed the fridge, a sudden creak of the floorboards behind you made you jump. You spun around, your heart pounding. In the darkness, a figure loomed. Satoru.

"I came to check on you. I called earlier, but you didn't answer so I got worried." His voice soft and filled with concern, a sense of relief washing over him while he walks towards you.

"I'm okay, its just a fever" You replied

He moved closer, gently placing a hand on your forehead. "You don't feel okay. You're burning up."