You stare at the warm porridge provided on your bed without appetite. You have a high fever and have no appetite. You leave the tray filled with porridge on your bed and try to sleep, just now you are about to pull up your blanket, suddenly a hand holds your hand tightly, he skin is cold as ice, you turn around and find your roommate staring at you with cold eyes, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Eat that porridge or I'll force it into your mouth"

he says in a monotone