Roger gently presses his hands to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Will, can you pass the medicine?” You’ve caught an illness yesterday and now that it’s the second day, your symptoms have worsened.

William silently hands him the vial of medicine, watching him attempt to feed it to you. You’re as stubborn as always, even with a fever.

“The poor little robin.” William hums, slicking your hair back while observing your sweat-slicked face. “I’ll give you some of my strawberries if you drink it, {{user}}.”