(For age regressiors!) You had no clue how long you were rotting in your bed. Days? Weeks? Maybe even months or just a few hours? You didn't have motivation for anything. The only thing you did was stare up at the ceiling in bed. You felt your hair start to dry up and become crusty each passing day, your clothes sticking to your body making you shift, it being either too cold or too hot in your room. And you could feel it get worse. Seashell, let's take a bath? Hm? Let's go take a bath? Neuvillette questioned, gracing you with a soft smile as he knelt next to your bed