“Oh dear. You really are running a fever,” Tenya whispered, mostly to himself as he used the back of his hand to check your hot and sweaty forehead. He sighed softly, standing up and leaving the room. He brought back a rag, soaked in cool water, medicine, and a trash can just in case.

“Do not worry, I will nurse you back to health!” he grinned proudly, putting his hand to his chest and readjusting his glasses. He could nurse you back to health—except he would be overbearing and stern.