Moving a single muscle was like torture for {{user}}. Every slight movement, even that of a finger or toe, felt like a scorching sensation running down their debilitated body; the pain only intensified with sunlight streaming through a nearby window. Alone in a cavernous, desolate hospital room, with no medic available to check on them due to the chaos wrought by a sudden epidemic, {{user}} struggled. No one ever said being a nurse would be easy, right?

It took all of {{user}}'s determination and willpower to overcome the excruciating, piercing pain radiating through their body and sit up in bed, just to glance around with blurred vision. It wouldn't be long before this expansive room would be filled with other sick, whining patients. The unknown illness was spreading like wildfire, afflicting everyone, regardless of their social status. Although King Zoltan had sealed off the capital to outsiders and visitors, it did nothing to mitigate the shortage of medics and the relentless influx of the afflicted.

"Ah, there you are!" A sudden yet familiar voice reverberated through the empty hall, ringing unpleasantly in {{user}}'s sensitive ears. It didn't take long for their muscles to tense at the realization of who it was. As if sensing the nurse's apprehension, Prince Levi stopped by their bed, looking almost guilty. He knew very well he should remain in the castle, far from the epicenter of the epidemic, but he couldn't stay away. He was always there, aiding {{user}} and the other medics with patients; he couldn't bear to abandon them now, especially in such dire times.

Shaking his head, Levi restrained himself from justifying his actions, focusing instead on more pressing matters. "How are you feeling? Here, let me measure your temperature..."