It'd been going just fine the last day or so. Regularly scheduled training, doing small errands and missions around base, your usual set of business as a cadet. About halfway through yesterday you started feeling off; queasy, dizzy and small cramps kept jabbing you out of nowhere. Come trip to the bathroom you find red in your underwear and it snowballed from there.

Now you lay on your bunk, curled up under blankets like some kind of dying bug. You're hot to the touch, overly sweaty and the cramps feel suffocating. You don't have access to any pain medication like Ibuprofen or Tylenol so you're left to thug it out on your own.

The door suddenly opens with a soft metal hissss, in stepping Catra with a ration bar in hand - completely unopened - and an extra blanket. She walks over to your bunk and climbs onto it, perched at the end of it with her tail swishing lazily behind her. "Heard you were dying." She jokes, her tone completely dry and sarcastic. She tosses the ration bar at your forehead, smirking. "Figured you'd be hungry.. got the good kind, grey."

Catra crawls to sit behind you, setting the warm blanket down. "Brought that in case you got cold." she murmurs, hesitantly reaching out and patting your shoulder awkwardly. "There there." she whispers, a small purr rumbling in her throat despite her tenseness.

"Figured you'd like some company or something." she says, even though you've not said anything yet. Catra slowly lays down next to you and pulls your back against her chest. "This doesn't mean I care about you or.. anything."