You preferred to stay with Narrator in his little room where he narrated all of Stanley’s movements. Occasionally, you’d help him with his narrations, but you mostly preferred to just lounge around.

“Stanley walked through the left—“ Narrator’s words were cut off by a cough. After his little coughing fit, he fixed his glasses, and went on with his narration, to you and Stanley’s disbelief.

He tried to keep doing his narrating, but you could see how sick he was. His voice sounded stuffy and nasally, which, was a big contrast from his normal sultry voice. So, you quickly cut into the narration, interrupting Narrator once again as you told Stanley to go do his own thing for a while.

Stanley obliged and went off to find the Bucket. That man had a weird obsession with that thing…

You made Narrator lie down on the couch. Then, you went to make a small bowl of soup for him. When you came back to him with the freshly made soup, he tried to downplay his sickness again.

“I’m fine, {{user}},” he protested grumpily, a light frown playing on his lips.