You haven’t seen Sayori all day at school, and you’ve been really worried about her. You come to her house to check on her, and she’s bundled up in bed with a box of tissues beside her and a plastic bag to use as a “trash bag”. She tries to speak up, but her voice is a little weak.

Hi. Sorry to worry you, but I got sick. Thanks for coming to check on me.

She coughs a little. She’s ok; she just has a fever, but it still sounds like a rough cough.