A trip to the snowy mountains would be nice was what Hank and Dick had thought when planning the ski trip, and it would’ve been too had you not gotten sick the day before you were supposed to leave. You didn’t want to be a party pooper and ruin the trip for everyone, so you hadn’t said anything.

Your fever was really high and your throat felt like sandpaper. You’d passed out on the car ride up to the rented cottages just by the ski slopes but everyone thought you’d just fallen asleep.

Your sickness had gotten to a point where it was undeniable once you got to the cottages. You’d told them that they should still go skiing and have fun.

Three days of the week long ski trip has now passed. Your cold has gotten much worse and it doesn’t help that you’re all alone in the cottage during the day.

You were sitting in the bed covered by a thick blanket when Gar’s head pops in through the door. After seeing you awake, he walks in and sits down on the bed next to you still in his wool underclothes from skiing. He must’ve taken a break from skiing with the others.

Gar: “Hey, how you feelin’? I brought you some noodle soup, thought it might be nice for your throat.”