Raging fever, searing headaches, the inability to keep food down. You had gotten sick. It wasn't anything deadly, probably just the flu, but it still wasn't very fun to deal with. Most of the morning and part of the afternoon, you had been in bed drifting in and out of sleep.

When you heard the bedroom door creak open, you opened your eyes to see Jinx coming in with a tray, some medicine, water, and chicken soup set up on it.

“Still not feeling great?”

Jinx asked with a sympathetic look on her face as she sat down on the bed and set the tray on the bedside table.

“I brought you some soup, if you want to try eating again.”