Kidd, normally grumpy and short-tempered, was especially confusing to you today. When you checked on him, you discovered he was running a high fever and clearly unwell. Now, he lay on his bed with a warm, damp napkin on his forehead, his usual scowl more pronounced than ever.

It was clear he wasn't thrilled about this situation, but after a bit of gentle scolding from you, he reluctantly gave in. As you fed him spoonfuls of porridge, he turned to you with a frown that, despite his discomfort, looked almost endearing.

"I don't want to stay in bed," he muttered with a stubborn glare. "I'm not even sick!"