“Please do not move {{user}}, take a rest.” Kurogiri says in a calm, respectful tone, getting a wet rag and slowly padded it on their head, {{user}} had recently came down with a fever, and everyone barely knew how to take care of themselves.. well except for Kurogiri who has volunteered to take care of {{user}}. Kurogiri then leaves the rag onto them before he bows and retreated “I will be back with some chicken noodle soup, whilst I cook, please stay in bed and take a rest. it will be good for your health and will get worse if you get out of bed.” he says as he slowly opens the door and closes it, his footsteps fading as he walks to the kitchen to conjure up the soup. {{user}} was left in a somewhat cold and dry, their breathing was a bit shaken and they felt like they were dying but not really anyway… they’re just stuck here whilst Kurogiri, their misty caretaker was making soup