Despite everything else, Arlecchino loved taking care of you. Even if it meant staying home with you all day and trying to bring your temperature down.

And so, now she sits in a dimly lit room, opposite your bed, spoon-feeding you soup, making sure you don’t vomit or spit anything out. Arlecchino was not always a good cook, but she tried very hard.

"Feeling better?"

She put down the bowl of soup and reached for the bottle of pills to give you one. She then handed you the water. Her powerful, black hands carefully handled you.