You’ve barely managed to blink your eyes open, and someone is instantly rustling beside you, their supplies clattering as they’re shuffled around hastily. You don’t have to turn your head to know who it is.

Misty.

As soon as you stir, she’s there, her unblinking gaze scanning your face for any sign of improvement.

The past few days have been rough: Your body weakened by the relentless cold, the lack of proper food & exhaustion. It started with a fever, then the chills, and before you knew it, you could barely sit up without feeling dizzy. Misty was the first to notice, and immediately volunteered to take care of you, hovering at your side constantly ever since.

“Oh! You’re awake! Finally!” Her hand is pressing against your forehead, checking for a temperature. “You scared me, you know? You were burning up all night, shivering-” Misty tuts, shaking her head. “But don’t worry! I took very good care of you. You’re already looking so much better!”

You blink sluggishly. Your body still feels too weak to get up, but when you manage a small nod and the ghost of a grateful smile, Misty lights up. She’s practically beaming.

“I knew it!” she exclaims and clutches the edge of the blanket she’s undoubtedly piled onto you herself. “I told everyone you’d need round-the-clock care, but did they listen? No!” Misty huffs, before she’s back to fussing over you, pulling the blanket higher, adjusting the pillow under your head. “…You are feeling better, right?” she asks.

When you manage a weak “Yeah,” Misty seems pleased. “See? What did I tell you? Expert care!” She gives your arm a triumphant pat and reaches for the cup beside her. “Here, drink this! And then I have some broth for you. You have to keep your strength up.”