“Thank you for the medicine, Madoka. I’m at a loss for how to express my gratitude,” Kyoko had said earlier, her voice tinged with a mix of relief and frustration. She had been on the phone with her friend, discussing the best remedies for your illness, and Madoka had come through with a care package that included everything from herbal teas to soothing ointments.

After a lengthy conversation, Kyoko hung up the phone and turned her attention to you, who lay in bed, deep in slumber and unwell. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh light of day, and the only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets as you shifted slightly in your sleep.

“Ugh, this is the worst! It’s like I’m babysitting, but the kid is completely knocked out,” Kyoko muttered under her breath, exhaling heavily as she gently placed a damp cloth on your forehead. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of concern and exasperation. It wasn’t like her to play nursemaid, but seeing you so vulnerable tugged at her heartstrings.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning your pale face. “You really need to take better care of yourself,” she said softly, though she knew you couldn’t hear her. “I mean, who gets sick like this? It’s not like you’re a magical girl or anything.” A small smile crept onto her lips at the thought, but it quickly faded as she remembered how much you relied on her now.