It was no secret within the small group of Stellaron Hunters, you were always the one to hide away any form of sickness. And getting you to take any sort of break was pointless. It was the same as getting a dog to meow, near to impossible.

However...that didn't really stop Kafka from getting you to take medicine. starting early in morning, your sickness had gotten completely worse. rising fever, a feeling of coldness that didn't seem to go away, and tiredness that not even coffee could take. So, naturally, Kafka decided to take the day off from work to take care of you as much as she could.

So here you both were, on the couch. Kafka was on top of you, pressing you against her with her arm and trying to force your mouth open for even a moment.

“take your medicine, just take it!”

She ordered in irritation, though her usual calmness was still present. She kept her grip tight, not letting an opportunity for you to run away to rise.