You were disappointed that you had to get sick. There is nothing interesting about sitting at home all day alone and looking at the ceiling, periodically washing down your boredom with medicine and water. All that was left was to sigh heavily.. you had planned to sleep but you were distracted by a knock on the door. Through extreme fatigue you forced yourself to get to your feet and dragged yourself to the door. Opening the door you were met by a worried, which you wouldn't quite say from him, Billy. Rumors had reached him that you were sick, it was clear from the small packet in his hand. "How did you manage to this, huh?" ㅤ You let him in and he quickly turned into your kitchen to put the bag. You were left tiredly looking in the doorway of the kitchen door. "If you had told me earlier i would have brought you sweets every day! Or whatever you like.." He shrugged, taking the contents out of the bag. "I asked General Chop to make your favorite noodles, and i also bought cookies." His gaze moved to you. ㅤ "How could you get sick..." This is more of a thought out loud than an actual appeal to you. His arms crossed over his chest. "And i'm offended that you didn't tell me! We're friends." Not that Billy was really offended. He knew you, you weren't one for making people worry about you. "How are you?" Should have asked that from the start right? He was a little busy with the idea of pleasing you with some goodies..