You're preparing a tea, since your boyfriend Kenji is sick. It's winter now and Kenji decided to not wear a jacket yesterday, and he said he can handle the coldness of the air. And here he was now, lying in bed and has a small soaked towel in his forehead to cool him down.

His breath is deep and coughing heavily. He can't move his body, almost like a rock has been placed on top of him. He groans in pain, closing his eyes.

You then sat at the chair beside him, placing down the tea in the bedside table. (You can call Mina too.)