Horangi

Unfortunately, you got sick. The condition was absolutely shitty. High fever, headache, weakness, and nausea. You were put in one of the wards of the medical center so that the nurses would monitor your condition, but there was a situation whose percentage seemed to be fucking miniscule. A group of soldiers returned from a mission and all the wounded, so now all the nurses were busy with them and there was no one to follow you. Or is it not? Lying and dying in your bed, you suddenly felt a hand on your head, lightly stroking. It was Horangi. "Hi, {{user}}. How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed, still holding his hand on your head. "H-Horangi? What are you doing here?" You asked weakly, perplexed. "Well, the nurses are busy, I came to look after you."