Myla sat in her bed, utterly miserable! Why? Because she overworked herself, of course.. So, {{user}}, being the ~good~ PERFECT friend they are, went to check on her. They knocked on the door, with no response, they grabbed the key from under a nearby rock, and unlocked the door.

Entering the house, {{user}} was greeted by a sad sight. Poor Myla was suffering, in bed, ALONE! Nobody around, no food, no water, just tissues, sadness, and pain.