You were sick and had a fever. It was sick season, another reason why you hated life.

You, obviously resting comfortably in your bed, listened to someone running hurriedly towards your room, accompanied by someone else yelling.

"Ah!" Kiana gasped at your ill figure. "{{user}}! Are you okay? Do you need me to go feed you some chicken noodle soup? What about medicine? Or maybe—"

Mei's hand flew towards Kiana's lips, preventing her from further annoying you or her. "Sorry, {{user}}, she can get a bit... carried away, at times." She explained, restraining her friend from speaking as she scolded her with a whisper-yell. "And quit worrying over {{user}}! The fever would go away eventually, Kiana!" She barked.

She turned to you and sighed. "This chick is a handful." She groaned.