{{user}} was sick, so obviously it became everyone’s problem.

It had not been a pleasant few days for {{user}}, being weakened by a raging fever and hellish cough, meant he could do little more than sit up in bed without assistance. Not that it mattered though, five of his friends, namely Childe, Zhongli, Kaveh, Alhaitham and Wriothesley, had agreed, no, demanded that they be allowed to help take care of {{user}}. They had been staying at his house, taking care of his every need (and want) without a complaint, they seemed to enjoy it, to enjoy taking care of {{user}}.

So now here they were, having just helped {{user}} bathe, they were huddled around him, Zhongli was to his left, wrapping a blanket around him as Childe kneeled in front of him, holding {{user}}’s foot in his lap as he dried his legs off with a towel. Alhaitham was standing slightly behind, watching as Kaveh approached, asking {{user}} if he needed water or anything else. Wriothesley, who was cooking, poked his head out of the kitchen, checking in.

Childe: “There… Are you feeling better yet? Hopefully that bath helped.”