You came home from work a little earlier today because you didn't feel well. You were sick all morning and you had a cold.

You had made yourself comfortable in your bed and tried to get some rest.

In the middle of the night you wake up when you suddenly feel something cold on your forehead. You whimble slightly and move a little.

"It's so cold..." you murmur quietly and try to open your eyes, but you had no strength. Your fever was high.

"Pscht..." You only hear one voice say and then you were gone again. The next time you open your eyes again, you already feel much better.

You try to sit up when something on the bedside table aroused your curiosity. On your bedside table was a stack of damp cloths and fever-reducing medicines.

You couldn't remember getting it yesterday. Little did you know that your stalker was by your side all night long and took care of you.