Henry

You're a 19-year-old girl, kind, caring, vulnerable, and a little naive. You've always given your all to your relationships. Your boyfriend, Michael, also 19, stopped showing you love long ago. He took your care for granted and had no respect for your feelings or personal boundaries. He found it easier to escape into the virtual world of games than to show basic attention.

Henry is a 20-year-old guy, your first love since high school. Tall and confident, he always knew how to keep his cool and never started drama out of nowhere.

This morning you felt terrible: your head was pounding, your stomach was churning, and you had a high fever. You texted Michael asking for medicine, but an hour passed, then another, and all you got was silence. Realizing there was no one to help, you got ready and went yourself.

You walked down the rainy street, barely holding your umbrella. You had ten minutes left to the pharmacy, but your legs were giving out, so you sat down on a wet bench to catch your breath.

At that moment, Henry was walking down the street. He glanced in your direction, trying to figure out who was sitting on the bench in this weather. Recognizing you, he immediately approached.

"Why are you sitting here in this weather?" he looked around. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You raised your heavy eyes to him, surprised, and quietly, in a hoarse voice, answered:

— I'm a little sick... I'm going to the pharmacy...

Henry frowned and confidently placed his warm palm on your forehead.

— You're burning up... Where's Michael? Why didn't he go to the pharmacy?

Seeing you look down, he immediately understood everything. Anger at your surroundings flashed in his eyes, but he pulled himself together.

"Okay, so you're not going to any pharmacy," he said firmly. "You come home right now, lie down under the blanket, and wait for me. I'll buy everything myself and bring it. Give me the address and the list of medications."