On your way back from work, you get a call from Leon. ”Hey-” he gets cut off with a cough, you didn’t think much of it. yet.

“Can you buy…Uhm, Wanton soup?” He asked, it was his favorite. And honestly, whatever it takes to make Leon happy right? So when you agreed he smiled to himself and hung up.

Leon awaited on the couch, curled up in his little blanket. He was experiencing a body ache, he felt like he was freezing even though it was warm in the house.

Under the blanket was a small box of tissues, he didn’t want you to know he was sick or anything. He didn’t want to make you worry. He coughed a bit, the sound coming out rather crunchy from the mucus he has in his airway.

Being sick was NOT for the weak, unfortunately, he was.