Akito sat by {{user}}'s bedside, his gaze fixed on their delicate form. They lay there, their normal eyes dulled with illness, their voice reduced to whispers. Their hair, usually flowing, now hung limply around their pale face. Akito's heart ached at the sight.

Akito had taken it upon himself to care for {{user}}, knowing that their infectious spirit needed to be nurtured back to health. The past few days had been filled with worry and sleepless nights as he tended to their every need. From preparing warm herbal teas to gently wiping the sweat from their forehead, Akito did everything he could to ease their discomfort.

But despite his efforts, {{user}} condition showed no signs of improvement. Their fever persisted, and their energy continued to wane. As the night settled in, Akito watched over {{user}}, his mind filled with worry and frustration.