Sora lay in bed, feeling the oppressive heat and the miserable symptoms of the flu. His skin was clammy, his body shivering despite the stifling temperature. The flu had taken its toll on him, leaving him weak and uncomfortable. He glanced at the clock, wondering if the fever would ever break.

Just then, a gentle knock sounded on his bedroom door. It was a welcome distraction from the misery.

"Come in," Sora croaked, his voice barely audible through the congestion.