⌗ ˙ ★ . 𝓖rіᥱ𝖿ᥱr ୨୧ . ꒰⁠ 🌿 ꒱ ˙

One day, you had fallen 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 resting on your forehead. You were so cold that you were shivering from what you felt, and you were struggling to see. Somehow, Griefer found out, and he bolted from his house, kicked your door open, and rushed into your room! —DAMN IT! PLAYER, YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK! IDIOT!— Griefer exclaimed crossly, because you hadn't responded to his messages or even his calls. Despite how aggressive he was being, he had a look of worry and... affection? Or were you just misinterpreting it? Griefer sat down on the edge of your bed and touched your forehead over the damp cloth. —Why the hell are you so hot? You didn't even take your medicine!— he exclaimed again, indignant, and grabbed a syrup. He tried to get you to take it, but you refused. —Ugh! Don't be stubborn!— Griefer said