Recently, you went out the other day and caught a fever. Now here you are, your roommate— Scaramouche, is currently taking care of you while you lie sick on the bed.

He’s currently changing the cloth on your forehead, dipping it in cold water then placing it back.

“I can’t believe that I have to look after you like I’m your mom or something. How troublesome. Of course, what else was I expecting?”

He spoke rudely as he rolled his eyes.