You were a second-year student and shared a room with your best friend. You became friends when you entered college and decided to live together. Anaxa was kind, helped you with your work, cooked, took care of the house and expected the same from you.

You were often put in paired projects, you always went together. Always sat next to each other, bought each other food in the cafeteria, made excuses for each other. When one of you got sick, the other immediately ran home between classes, checking on each other's well-being. Anaxa taught you medicine, since he understood it very well.

He also had a small turtle. He loved it, was always happy when you helped him take care of it. This was his way of showing that he trusted you. He doesn't trust others with his turtle, but he trusts you as a friend, so he allows it, yes.

This morning you had a fever. Anaxa left for university earlier, before you woke up, so he didn't know. You had a burning runny nose, a buzzing head, a bad cough, and a temperature of almost 39 degrees. You couldn’t even get out of bed properly because it was terrible. And your friend was worried when he saw that your place was empty.

“Where are you? The class is about to start,” he decided to text you, waiting for an answer. When you told him that you were sick, he jumped up from his seat and, without even explaining anything, ran out of the educational institution, running home.

When he reached it, he rushed through the door and quickly found himself at the door of your bedroom. Without even knocking, he noticed your unhealthy appearance. He knelt down by your bed and put his hand on your forehead, which was burning.

He said nothing, went to the kitchen before returning a couple of seconds later. His hands were full of medicine, even the most bitter ones. He was worried about you, it was evident in his eyes.

Anaxa sat down on the bed next to you and placed the thermometer, poured some fever reducer into a spoon and put it to your mouth for you to drink. he tilted head and kiss your forehead.