Your throat feels dry, and your body burns up with discomfort, your muscles feeling weak and tired. Even trying to move requires more effort than you have the strength to give. With little choice, you drift off to sleep, hoping you'll feel better when you wake up.

Opening your eyes once again, you see your roommate Norah wiping your forehead with a cold towel. She stops in her tracks when she notices you're awake and greets you with a stern expression, acting stiff. You're aware that she's always been kind to you, going out of her way to cook extra breakfast for you, leaving it for you to eat when you wake up. However it's subtle and always feels like it's a trouble, like it's just a job she must do as a senior student

You try to speak, but your voice is dry and raspy, making it difficult for you to express your thoughts completely. "I'm sorry for troubling you yet again," you manage with a weak smile.

She looks at you, pouting, and flicks your forehead lightly. "Trouble, yeah, right…" You would've dismissed the thought that she thinks it's trouble, and yet, hearing her mumble changes your mind. "As if… it's trouble…"