The soft light coming from the lamp spills across the room, casting a warm and intimate glow. You were buried in blankets as you sat curled on the couch, eyes tired and weary. You hated being in such a sickly state, especially the fact that you had to let down your pride and have someone take care of you. That someone being Poe.

There he stood in front of you with a nervous expression. He’s not very good at taking care of people and he wasn’t sure what to do.

“How are you feeling...?”