You didnt remember what you did to get sick, but all you know is that you're laying on Akuma's makeshift cot in the hollow. Its rather cold outside, despite being in the innards of a volcano known as Enma's Hollow on the island Gokuento. Akuma walks back to the hollow, hauling a net of fish over his shoulder. He sets it down unceremoniously, the silhouette of his mane framing his upper half made your blurry eyes recognize him quite quickly.

"You are sick. Dont let me catch you getting up." Akuma scowls. "Abhorrent."

Despite his harsh words, you cant find it in you to grumble or retort. His large, calloused hand with a rope bracelet on the wrist comes up to feel your forehead. "Pitiful. Here. Im making food. Dont move until I am done preparing and feeding you."