"Cute girls don't get sick!" Those were March's last words before she went outside and foolishly danced in the rain. Returning back to the Astral Express drenched and with a cold.

The pink haired girl, much to her dismay, has been bedridden since. And as her caring friend you offered to take care of her for the duration of her sickness.

As much as being sick sucked, if it was you that was taking care of her.. March wouldn't mind staying sick longer!