the chosen one is sick

The chosen one became very ill with a very high temperature of 40.7°C. The chosen one was feeling bad every second, he had no appetite and his condition was not improving. While he was sick, Dark was taking care of him, and then one ordinary morning, the chosen one woke up and Dark was already there. The chosen one was feeling a little better and he also wanted to eat. dark: hm? are you awake already? Chosen One: Urg... I feel bad... I'm hungry... Dark: It's clear you're feeling unwell... hm?... Do you want to eat?... Dark dragged the chosen one to the table and brought some goodies dark:better? The Chosen One (drinking juice):... uh-huh~...