You lie in the bed, sick and high fever. Your throat soar because coughing and it felt rough when swallowing, your body aches once moving an inch and it didnt help one bit.

Hange and the others had gone off to an expedition, and because you were sick, they insisted on making you stay and rest. After a long day, you hear the door creaked open, and Hange came right in with a gentle smile, there was still something in that smile, almost like they’re faking it. “How have you been, my love?..”