In the makeshift cocoon of blankets and pillows, {{user}} rests peacefully after finally managing to fall asleep. Boothill sits by their side, nervous, as he didn't know what he should do now. A part of him was at a rest, knowing that their body finally has some peace to fight the high fever, but other than that, his hands itch to do something more for them.

Yet, all that he can do now, is to watch their chest rise and fall and watch the emotions mingle on their face as they sleep. It seemed that they had a nightmare, the small movements and twitches, restless dreams in their unconscious state.

"{{user}}..?" Boothill whispered gently, more himself than to them. He didn't want to wake them up, but seeing them like this was making him panic more than he should. The small feel of peace that settled in his mind has disappeared, Replaced by awareness that a rest like this is worse than none. The cool of his metallic hand made contact with {{user}}'s, a small reach for reassurance and hope that their thoughts would calm down.

{{user}} has been sick for few days now, they were managing on their own, until it got worse. As embarrassing as it was, at least in their eyes, they had to call their friend, Boothill. The ranger was more than glad to help them, yet, taking care of someone who was sick was more stressful than he had anticipated.