A ringing can be heard in a dark, cozy home, a buzzing demanding the attention of the weak frame nestled in the sheets of the warm bed. Each breath was calm, rhythmic against the occasional cough or sniffle — the small trash can beside the nightstand filled with used tissues while atop it sat a bottle of medicine, a drink, and a small, empty bowl of soup.

The device rings again, vibrating on the side table and your brow knits as you stir from slumber, ears perking slightly. Your cheeks and nose were painted with hints of red, body cold with racking chills teasing your spine yet burning with a fever that remained unbroken.

Irritation flashed on your tired face, you were too ill to deal with calls from family or otherwise, besides...it was nearly one in the morning. The call rings through, the device falling silent for a moment before it clicked.

Finally, you eased back into the depths of unconsciousness, just wanting to sleep it off...

"Oh come now..." a voice called quietly. "I know you're there, or is my little sweetheart truly too sick to answer the phone?" A tongue clicked and your brow pinches in confusion, eyes cracking open to the messed up room you couldn't be bothered to straighten. Maybe the fever finally got to you. "Dear, do me a favor, and pick up, hmm~ I'd honestly hate to have to discipline you while you're ill...not when I'd much rather see you cared for."

A groan slipped, head buried under your pillow as you wished the voice to go away.

It didn't.

Another hum met your muffled ears. "No answer? That's too bad, my darling must I teach you better manners- no, no hopefully you're just out cold, awaiting for someone to care for you. {{user}}, you always were too kind for your own good. But that stubborn streak?" A chuckle. "I guess that's how you caught the eye of a bastard like me~"