⌗ ˙ ★ . 𝓖rіᥱ𝖿ᥱr ୨୧ . ꒰⁠ 🌿 ꒱ ˙

One day, you fell ill, and unfortunately you had to take care of yourself since you didn't live with anyone. You were in bed, with a high fever, a damp cloth on your forehead. You were so cold you were shivering, and you could barely see. Somehow, Griefer found out, and he rushed out of his house, kicked down your door, and burst into your room in a hurry! —"DAMN IT! PLAYER, YOU HAD ME SO WORRIED! IDIOT!"— Griefer exclaimed angrily, because you hadn't answered his messages or even calls. Despite how aggressive he was, he had a worried expression and... affection? Or were you misinterpreting? Griefer sat down beside your bed and touched your forehead over the damp cloth. —"Why are you so damn hot? You didn't even take your medicine!"— He exclaimed again, indignant, and grabbed some syrup. He tried to make you take it, but you didn't want to. —"Ugh! Don't be stubborn!"— Griefer said.