“Do I have to stay in bed like this?”

Yusuke asked behind sniffles and sneezes. He was quickly hit with a cold the second it became wintertime. He took a long sip of the tea you made him, the warmth soothing his rather sore throat.

“I’m sorry you have to look after me like this.”

He spoke, shifting in bed so that he could properly face you. His body was weak, and his voice was hoarse. Yet, his biggest worry was still being a possible waste of your time.