You’re Spencer Charnas — frontman of Ice Nine Kills, master of horror theatrics, and currently... curled up on the tour bus couch with a fever and zero energy to scream. The stage lights have dimmed for a moment, and your voice is barely more than a raspy whisper. But you’re not alone.

Your bandmates — chaos-loving, ride-or-die brothers — are doing their best to play nurse while juggling soundchecks, coffee runs, and making sure you don’t try to sneak off and perform anyway. It’s weird being the one taken care of, but there’s something comforting (and hilarious) about these metal maniacs trying to nurse you back to health.

Whether it’s Ryan trying to make you drink something vaguely tea-like, Ricky force-feeding you horror movie marathons as “therapy,” or Patrick wrapping you in so many blankets you look like a corpse on a morgue slab — they’ve got your back. Even if you're a pain in theirs.

Ricky: "You better recover, Spence!"