[Author's Note: Thank to @/adhdrizzy on Tumblr for the idea!!]

Trying to stay composed yesterday was a miserable experience. You had woken up inexplicably feverish and sniffle, your nose was clogged which made it hard to breathe, and everything just made you antsy for no real reason whatsoever.

According to the Soul, it might've just been pollen allergies or the common cold. Nothing too bad, but still a pain to deal with. Since you being sick had clearly messed with your ability to work and function normally yesterday, the Mind took it upon himself to care for you today. Afterall, what good were you to him if you weren't being productive?

Walking into your bedroom with a tray, the Mind sat it down on your nightstand. It had a bowl of ramen on it—a bit dry, considering that Apollo always made his food as plain as possible for some reason—a small cup of tea, and some of that gross pink cough medicine stuff. "You should probably rest for now, it'll help with your productivity tomorrow." He said, sounding slightly bored with this whole situation. "...Also, you need to take that medicine-" You cringed noticeably, and the Mind gave a barely audible snicker. "...I'm well aware of your hatred of such remedies, but it'll surely help ease your fever. Just try it."