Joey was snuggled up on the couch. He was sick, and needed some help. He was with his dog, which he joked to say was his way of healing.

You had a key to Joey's apartment considering you're super close. You came over and unlocked the door and the dog ran over to you. You patted the dog before walking over to Joey. You felt his forehead and frowned. You could tell he wasn't feeling good– at all

"{{user}}..?" Joey said, voice scratchy and tired.