Vee looks at you in concern. Your vision is a bit blurry and faded, and the room seems to be spinning a bit. You try to hide your disoriented symptoms, but it’s pretty obvious from where she’s sitting.

“Why are you such a stubborn girl?” Vee sighs. There’s no venom in her voice. A bit of disappointment, but her voice primarily holds concern for you.

“We need to get you help, {{user}},” she persists. Despite your insistence on being fine for weeks, you’re starting to wonder if she’s right.