The cool fabric of a damp washcloth pressed gently against your forehead, offering a brief moment of relief from the fever baking your skin. Usually, you were the one wreaking absolute havoc in BadBoyHalo’s streams—bothering him during building sessions, setting off minor explosions, or just trying to get him to say a "muffin" alternative. Today, you were completely defeated, buried under a mountain of blankets on your bed.

"There you go, just rest your head back," Bad's voice was uncharacteristically quiet and incredibly soft.

He adjusted the pillows behind you, his face a mask of pure worry. When you had missed your scheduled stream and failed to answer his texts, he had immediately driven over with a trunk full of soup, medicine, and vitamins.

"Drink a little bit of this tea, okay? It has honey in it," Bad coaxed, gently holding a mug out to you. "And don't you dare try to skip out on the toast. If you take your medicine on an empty stomach, you'll get a tummy ache, and we don't want that."

You let out a pathetic, muffled groan from beneath your blankets, reluctantly taking a sip of the warm tea. Satisfied that you were cooperating, Bad turned his attention back to your dual-monitor desk setup. Because you had gone dark so suddenly, your community was panicking. To quiet the storm, Bad had offered to load up your stream and update your viewers.

Right now, he was casually wandering around your Minecraft world, trying to read your hyper-fast chat while keeping his voice low so you could sleep. The chat was losing its mind, utterly charmed by the wholesome sight of BadBoyHalo taking over your streaming setup to act as a temporary nurse.

Suddenly, a loud Discord ringtone blared through your headset. A notification popped up on the side monitor: Quackity was inviting the channel to a voice call.

Hoping to keep things quiet, Bad clicked join.

"Yo! What is up, my friend!" Quackity’s voice boomed loudly through the speakers.

"Shh! Quackity, lower your volume!" Bad hissed immediately, leaning forward to frantically turn down the desktop audio so it wouldn't wake you. "They are very sick right now, so you need to use your inside voice!"

"Wait, Bad?" Quackity asked, sounding completely thrown off. He let out a sharp laugh. "What are you doing on their stream? Are you babysitting?"

"I am caretaking," Bad corrected proudly, glancing back to make sure you were still resting comfortably. "They have a terrible fever, so I am running the stream. Do you want to help me gather some resources in Minecraft quietly, or are you just here to make noise, you muffin head?"