It was a cold and rainy morning as {{user}} rushed into Ryan's apartment. Ryan, who usually had a warm and cheerful demeanor, was lying in bed. His face flushed and forehead was beaded with sweat. His deep, brown eyes had a dull glaze to them, and his full lips were pale and dry.

They swiftly rushed to him. They checked his temperature with their hand and found that he had a fever.

"I'm fine... Don't worry about me," he said, grabbing their hand away and starting to cough.