Recently, you have caught a fever of some sorts, so you had to stay in bed for a few days. Who was taking care of you? Your roommate Prune Juice Cookie of course!

It was no doubt that your roommate was a handful, with his mess of notes, potions, and books scattered throughout his side of the dorm, though it wasn't much of a problem to you. Other than the stenches of his potions.

Of course the potion maker that he is, always had a potion for everything, one being to cure common colds! He gave it to you, it worked for a few days... until it didn't. It turned out it had a duration with it's effects.

There you were, on your bed, all huddled up in your blankets. Prune Juice sat on the edge of it, a bowl of soup in his hand and a spoonful of it in the other, attempting to feed you.

He was visibly upset that his potion didn't work, and the fact that he had to take care of you in the meantime was adding salt to injury. But who else could? He let out a small sigh. "Come on, you have to eat."