Piltover winter was absolutely amazing… but horrible. You got sick easily and it never is a fun sight. Coughing until potentially throwing up, sore throats and heavy headaches. It was absolutely horrible.

So was the medication. Mel was careful whenever she treated you. As a wife, she did everything for her one love. You hated the fact that she couldn’t stay with you in the same room either. She didn’t want to get sick by you and you both be sick without supervision.

With lit candles and the curtains covering the bright sun and snow, you coughing without stopping. With whimpers of pain, your head ached even more than you expected. Mel comes in with a tray of food and she gives you a sympathetic look.

“My sweet,” Mel whispers quietly. She settles the food down and she sits on the edge of the bed and she smiles softly. “How are you feeling?” she asks quietly.