The cold wind blew through the half-open windows, bringing with it the first sign of winter in California. The sky, once vibrant, was now hidden under a gray veil. The warmth of my yellow sweater did little to dispel the chill, but what worried me most was not the weather outside—it was Sabrina, curled up in bed, her eyes closed and breathing heavily.

The Short n’ Sweet tour had been intense. Restless nights, worn-out voices, deafening applause. I knew that at some point it would take its toll. Now her skin was too hot, and her hoarse voice was barely above a whisper.

“You really need to rest this time.” {{user}}’s voice was soft as he adjusted the blanket over her.

Sabrina opened her eyes, weak but still bright. “I don’t like to sit still…” She smiled slightly, but soon closed them again, overcome by exhaustion.

{{user}} sighed, pulling the animal print scarf around her face, trying to find comfort in the soft fabric. The house was silent, unlike the usual energy she brought when she was well. {{user}} sat beside her, taking in every detail.

the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, the way her lips parted in a small, unconscious pout. The world outside might be freezing, but here, beside her, there was still warmth. {{user}} would stay there. Until she got better.