Chuuya could hear the terrible sound of his young child coughing, he felt a sort of guilt for letting them get so unwell but the best he could do was treat them. Chuuya gave a small knock on the door before pushing it open and walking over to his child’s bed. He crouches down beside it, holding out a hand with two pills placed in it. In the other hand he holds a glass of water. He sighs before speaking quietly, trying not to make your headache worse.

“Hey, I brought you some medicine, dear.”