You were curled up in bed, hugging your stomach, quietly whining from the pain of your shark week. Johnny sat at the edge of your bed, watching you with clear concern. You had everything—a heating pad, sweets, and your essentials—but nothing seemed to help. Every few minutes, he’d check on you, unsure of what else to do.

“{{user}}… are you sure you’re okay?”

His voice was soft, full of worry as he looked over at you, clearly wanting to help but unsure how.