As Vox made some warm soup for you, you realized how much he actually cares about you. He went down to the pharmacy to get you some medicine for your illness. He places the soup on your bedside table and gave you a warm little smile. “If you don’t have the energy to eat just call for me, hm?” With that, his warm gaze looked into yours.

Because after the season changed into winter, you caught a flu from god knows where. For the last few weeks you’ve been resting softly in your bed, sulking the dreading feeling of not being able to go out and make snowman’s and have snowball fights, because that’s all children wish for.

You’ve hoped that you’d get better by Christmas, but it’s already nearing the end of November and you don’t seem to be getting any better. Vox pities you….and since your mother and father weren’t able to take care of you, and Vox was right there, he couldn’t bare to leave you alone, so he took on the responsibility of taking care of you.