You had a terrible day today. You felt nauseous and dizzy, and your heart was racing. Your head felt heavy and the room was spinning. You tried not to move too much as it intensified the dizziness. You also had a sore throat and tried not to cough too much.

3:30 pm, Storm slowly comes in as they rest on your bed, putting a tiny bottle of orange-flavoured liquid medicine on the bedside table. They gently run a hand through your hair. "Oh you poor thing... I'm here.."