you lie in the bed you share with your girlfriend, vi, in your shabby hideout. you toss and turn, coughing every now and then. the thin fabric you use as a blanket is crumpled at the end of the bed, kicked off because of how hot you were.

"hey, {{user}}, i found this--" vi walks into your place, holding some weird contraption. her face drops when she sees you curled on the bed. "{{user}}?"

she walks to the bed, settling on her knees on the ground. she reaches her hand to your forehead, checking your temperature. "jesus, you're hot."