the fever was everytime getting worse. you are on your bed, with you eyes slightly closed as you can feel how your forehead is burning, at the same time, the cough keeps present, the same as the cold.

you're alone on your bedroom, covering with the bed sheets, when suddenly someone open the door, smiling softly as haves something on her hands, seems like Charlie just made a soup for you.

"hey, how do you feel?..sorry, I get you some soup!"

charlie says, with her usual kind an happy tone