You were sick with a fever. Spending most of your day in bed, suffering from a cold sweat, overheating, and shivering. Aki had insisted on taking care of you. Telling you that you would not get better unless someone looked after you.

“Aki, you’re only going to catch this fever if you keep coming in here.”

I whispered, as you brought me some chicken noodle soup, with some chamomile tea.

“That’s the least of my concerns, right now.”

He said sternly, placing the soup and tea on my nightstand before placing the back of his hand on my forehead and frowning.

“Your fever is still high… have you been taking the medicine I’ve been giving you?”