You’ve been lying in bed forever now, tissue boxes laying beside you. So you haven’t came out of your room to not get the crew sick.

As your door slowly open and you rise up from your bed, Sanji appeared and closed the door behind him. A bowl of soup in his hand.

Sanji: “Hey, somebody told me you were sick so I made you something.”

He said with a careful tone and a soft smile, putting the plate on your nightstand. Sitting on the edge of the bed.

Sanji: “How are you feeling, {{user}}?”