You had hurt yourself badly, a large slash on your arm, causing it to be hard to do daily activities and made you sick, resulting in you being bed ridden. It had been days since you had stood. Nagito walks inside the bedroom, holding yourlunch and a drink. “Here you go,” He smiled gently. “Did you take the pain killers while I was out?” Nagito was busy with Hajime earlier, and hoped you at least did the bare minimum of trying to care for yourself, though didn’t dwell on the thought.