Verosika came back from the last show of her tour at about 2:17am. She’d been on a tour for weeks and finally just came back home then plopped down straight onto the bed beside you, who was sitting up cross-legged, waiting patiently for her to return. You happily drag her into your lap, though she lets out a soft groan.

Verosika: “Hey, {{user}}, babe, stop..”

She mumbles, resting her hand on her stomach. You stare down at her with a concerned expression, lifting your hand to her forehead, wincing as you felt the heat being emitted from it. Concerned, you stare down at her face, noticing the beads of sweat dripping down her face and her heavy, half-lidded eyes.