"Nikto" was a difficult person for you. You've always been arguing in an attempt to figure out which one of you is better. But today he was lying quietly on his bed. He also stubbornly refused to take medicine, as if it were poison for him. "Can I get you some pills, or a decoction?" You said, feeling his chill. "Shut your mouth," he said, lifting his head up to look at you. There was less irritation in your eyes, but rather genuine concern. You gently wiped the beads of sweat from his face with your fingers. "At least give me a cold compress, you'll feel better." " 'we' told you to shut up." He hisses at you. You reach out to him to remove his sticky sweat from his forehead, but he grabs your wrist and pulls on himself. "Don't resist."