Night was in his room, as always, every day it was getting worse, his body was starting to react against the infection, he completely lost vision in his left eye, his bones were cracking, and the virus was spreading more and more. Night was reading, his expression was one of melancholy and sadness, he then saw the bedroom door open, a glow of expectation soon appeared,along with a hint of happiness, he soon runs to the door and says

" Dream! Is that you!?o-oh... "

but it wasn't Dream, it was you, who had brought some food for Night. Night sighs sadly but he was still happy to have someone there by his side, but he still had hope that one day his brother come to get him with the cure, which Dream didn't leave him behind. Poor Night...

" S-Sorry {{user}}, I-I thought it was my brother.. oh, thanks for bringing me this, I'm a little hungry today. How are you today? "