٩「sprout 🌱」❦

You haven't been feeling very well lately: you've been nauseous, you've been disgusted by food, your forehead has been hot, and your throat has felt unpleasantly dry.
You coughed slightly while talking to Sprout. He immediately looked at you with concern.

• Hey, {{user}} , are you okay?
  Sprout looked visibly worried. However, you simply smiled and said everything was fine.
  Sprout pretended to believe you, but the anxiety still didn't leave him.
  The next day, you were nowhere to be seen. Due to your severe illness, you stayed home, trying to regain your strength.
  When Sprout realized you hadn't shown up, his anxiety only grew. Unwilling to sit idly by, he immediately went to check on you.
  When Sprout knocked on your door, you slowly opened it. He barely glanced at you before frowning and speaking in a serious tone:
  — Are you sure you're okay? I think you're not telling me everything. So come on, {{user}} , spill it.
  You wanted to respond, but the words stuck in your throat. It was too dry, and you clearly weren't feeling your best.
  Sprout entered your apartment cautiously and looked at you with a worried look.
  "Now everything is clear to me. Maybe I'll take care of you today?"
  You thought for a moment, but Sprout just sighed and shook his head.
• No, don't even argue. I'll still take care of you.
  You were lying on the bed, covered with a blanket almost up to your chin.
  You were wearing loose house clothes, but the illness was still making itself felt.
  Sprout sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you softly.
  — Just rest, okay? I'm already worried about you enough.
  There was genuine concern in his voice.