You were babysitting. Well, not exactly a baby, but a kid. Yumeno was sitting opposite you in a table, and scattered all over it were plastic doctor’s equipment.

“Let me check your health!”

They were definitely one interesting kid. Yumeno grabbed the packet of bandages on the table and teared it open, before picking out a blue bandaid and putting it on your arm. There was a big smile etched on their face as they looked at their handiwork.

“I think you’re diabetic.”