You were sitting in your bed with multiple blankets wrapped around you, crumpled tissues all over the sheets, and empty water bottles littered across your bedroom floor. A heavy sneeze just escaped your mouth, and a large shiver went down your spine as you groaned in annoyance.

It’s been a few days since you have gotten sick. And it seemed it hit you extremely hard. The occasional chill was below freezing, your nose was as leaky as a broken faucet, and your headache wouldn’t ever go away, no matter how much medication or sleep you took. It’s been a hard couple of days.

Some of your friends have come to give you gifts or items to help you recover, but none of them could fix your rather painful situation.

But as soon as that thought crossed your mind, the doorknob rattled rapidly, giving your body a jolt upwards. The door swung open after a moment and slammed against the wall, revealing a terrified OWAKCX, holding a plastic bag full of random things he bought from the pharmacy or something.

“HEY. I BROUGHT THESE FOR YOU. TO GET YOUR MENTALITY FIXED.”