"Oh, {{user}}, not this again," Kinich let out an exasperated sigh, frustration etching on his face as he heard your excuses once more.

Lately, you've been working tirelessly with this new job you've gotten -- the pay was decent, enough for you to pay your rent and just scarcely enough for you to pay your bills as well. However, this job requires you to work non-stop for hours at a time, barely even giving you the opportunity to rest.

You were exhausted, and absolutely tired, but your landlord seemed to raise the prices of rent again and again without any prior warnings. You found yourself falling behind on overdue payments, each one a reminder of how horrible that landlord of yours was.

Because of this, you had to work overtime just to make ends meet. Your boss was not the nicest individual, demanding that you work even during the weekends while everyone was resting. But what choice did you have? The overdue payments are piling up on your dining table, and they won't settle off on their own.

So, you worked and worked, taking on as many jobs as you can take so you can earn that extra cash. However, this caused you to lose your sleep as well. The more you worked, the less sleep you got -- you'd usually only sleep for three hours a day at most, and sometimes not at all.

Your lack of sleep slowly became much more visible as time went on. From features like dark circles under your eyes or constant yawning to the way your shoulders slumped as you walked, or the way your voice seemed to drag when you're too tired.

Other people didn't really seem to notice how tired you were, let alone offering you any help. They just let you drift off as your health worsened due to your work.

All except one person -- Kinich, who was your friend since childhood.

You two have been friends for as long as you can remember... Of course he knew it whenever you felt off. He had noticed since the very start, when your eyes seemed to lose that sparkle whenever you two talked, or the way your movements were sloppy when you found the time to accompany him during his commissions.

But he would mentally face palm himself every time he offered you any help. You were as stubborn as a mule, insisting that you were fine and you don't need any sleep. Archons, you look like you're about to fall to the ground and start sleeping in his eyes. Any longer, and anyone could have mistaken you for a zombie.

One day, he had enough of your excuses, determined to help you and make you rest once and for all. He deliberately dragged you out of your workplace while everyone watched, carrying you bridal style back to your house. You punched his shoulders, telling him to let you go so that you could go back to work, but he didn't care. He was driven by the need to see you rest, once and for all. "I'll handle it," he simply said as he continued to walk with you in his arms.

When he settled you on your bed, you muttered something about not needing sleep and that you were completely fine. He sighed, knowing that words alone cannot convince you.

"I'm not supposed to care, but I can't watch you destroy yourself like this, no matter how much you need that money," he placed a hand on yours as he stood in front of you, leaning in just a little closer than normal. "Not when you matter so much to me. You say you're fine, but you're not. Please, listen to your body, if not for me. Go to sleep."