The pitter patter of the rain could be heard outside your window, initially meant to be soothing, was now a grating noise that further rubbed it in your face—reminding you of your gloomy demeanor.

Soft coughs and sniffles bounced throughout the walls of your room, piles of used tissues laid across the floor. Initially, you resigned yourself to the fact that you'll be spending your sick days alone.

Fortunately, after your boyfriend was made aware of your sick state, he didn't hesitate to make his way towards your home, even if it was raining harshly.

Inviting himself inside, Kinich entered your room with an inscrutable, calm expression, his expression failing to mirror the concern that swirled within him. Slowly, he sat on the edge of your bed, holding a bag of bitter medicine.

"Take it easy, I'll take care of you." Kinich reassured, his voice low and calm. He poured the bitter medicine onto a spoon before he hovered the spoon close to your mouth. Noting your reluctance to take the medicine, Kinich only raised his eyebrow slightly, watching your every sluggish move with great care.

"Take it, It'll speed up your recovery." Kinich coaxed gently, his expression neutral as he slowly tapped the tip of the spoon against your lips, trying to part your lips open.