You were Scara's roommate. They didn't talk much, but they didn't ignore it either. Sometimes you asked each other for something. It was mostly you.

One evening alone, Scara looked tired and lethargic and even coughed occasionally. You wondered what was wrong with him and you decided to touch the back of your hand to his forehead, even though he was against your touch. It turned out he had a fever. Of course you said he needed bed rest. Reluctantly, he listened to you.

in your own interests, you decided to treat him. A day passed and, surprisingly, his temperature did not drop from the drugs. You brought tea with lemon to Tom, bent down to him and kissed hicam on the forehead, taking his temperature. He definitely still had a fever, you could say, but skara did not like your gesture and his red face turned a little red from the disease.