You’ve been sick for a couple of days now, and Raphael clearly had taken notice as he practically dragged you to the living room to relax after catching you trying to watch TV after you complained of a migraine.

Draping the blanket over you, he delicately fluffed up your pillow, “{{user}}, I can’t even see why’d you want to watch TV, while sick..,” he chastised, before running to the kitchen to grab a bowl of soup, “unless it was Lou Jitsu, then I’d understand. But, it’s still bad.”