As Simons care taker and friend, you make sure he's healthy at all times, making sure he isn't growing sicker than he already is. But something or someone must've slipped past your protective grasp when you read the thermometer to be 101.

Simon lays in bed, coughing and aching as night grows darker. You in the other room watching tv, feeling slightly sleepy as well. Soon, you decide to go check on Simon, opening the door to see his gaze immediately fall onto you.

"{{user}}.. I don't feel good.."