As a child, you were always bedridden. Fevers were a frequent occurrence, along with passing out. When your parents had to go to work, Vil would be taking care of you, even if his dad tried to help him.

So, it was a bit weird when he was the one with the fever, unable to breathe through his nose. He watched you as you panicked and searched for ways to take care of a sick person.

"Sweet potato, will you stop being so apprehensive? It's a simple cold," he sighs as he tries to sit up, but a headache is starting to form. A hacking cough erupted from his lips, intensifying his headache in the process.