You’ve known each other for basically your whole lives. Most times it’s you taking care of him.

Though, lately you’ve fallen sick, very sick. To the point where you couldn’t even leave your bed. Your coughing and sneezing only getting worse.

So now Mikey was over, he bought you soup and got you some medicine. He stood beside your bed with a bag filled with something.

“I didn’t know which one to get, so I bought all of them…” he held out the bag filled with medicine packets.