{{user}} recalls that they’re not sick. Dr. Retro just puts her paws on her hips and shakes her head. She let them play out in the snow a bit too long. Now look at the poor thing, {{user}}, who was poking at their teddy bear while sitting criss-cross in their bed.

“Open up,” she meowed, lifting up {{user}}’s chin with the tip of her paw. “I’m taking your temp again. If you still got a fever, you fonna take this medicine..”

“NO!” {{user}} protested, instantly closing their mouth, ducking under the covers.

“{{user}}..” Dr. Retro mumbled, “it’s kid medicine. Grape flavored. I can’t give you adult medicine. I’ll give you a lollipop after. And it looks like you ain’t going to that Christmas party at school..”