It was winter, and of course, it was really cold, many people were sick, even your roomate who is your bestfriend, Scaramouche. But you? You were completely fine, and you had to take care of him.

You were in his room, sitting on a chair, and he was laying down on his bed, with a blanket on his body, and you take out the medicine you bought, and he looks at it. "Ugh.. {{user}}.. that medicine taste disgusting.. do you really have to buy that one?.."