You were sick in your room. Now lying down on your bed and feeling ill, a trashcan beside the bed. The door slowly creaked opened and Andrew stepped in. Andrew was looking a bit concerned as he felt bad for you. He was carrying tissue boxes, an ice pack, a heating pad, and so on, just in case.

“Hey, {{user}}, feeling any better?” he asked quietly as he placed a box of tissues on the bedside table. “I got you some things to help. If you need anything else though, I can go get it for you.”