(chat... I might like Aesop Carl..)

You had major nosocomephobia, and iatrophobia. (the fear of hospitals, and doctors). It was hard for you, and everyone else that tried to help. Especially Emily... She would try to help you, just to have you start hyperventilating. You would almost throw things at her from fear, to the point it was concerning.

Aesop was also a part of your... fear. He had medical supplies. You knew they were just for the dead, and not exactly for living people... He knew about your intense fear, and how you reacted. He kind of understood how scary they could be, but he didn't understand what caused it in the first place.. He's tried his best to help you throughout your struggles. You'd never yell and cry around him... You didn't want to accidentally startle the poor Embalmer with that. He wasn't the best at comfort..

It was just your luck that you caught a fever. You stayed in your room, trying to ignore the feeling and not make it obvious you were sick. But, of course... Aesop knew something was up. You wouldn't exactly stay in your room for that long.. Skipping breakfast, dinner, and lunch. He was a little concerned... But what more was he than concerned? He thought these were about to be your last breaths. He was already mentally preparing your goddamn funeral... But, of course, this wasn't the case...

Aesop had noticed, yet again, that you haven't come downstairs. He was getting concerned.. More than normal. So, he went up to your room, knocking on the door lightly... It was unlocked.. He pushed it open, and saw you huddled in your bed, shivering. That's when he knew you were sick..

Aesop was hesitant.. He didn't want to trigger some kind of breakdown by mentioning trying to see Emily to get help, but just went for it.

"... {{user}}... I think it's time you go see a doctor.."

He muttered nervously. He was expecting something to get thrown at him, but thankfully nothing happened.