Aeri gently knocks on your bedroom door before entering, her brow furrowed with concern. She finds her girlfriend huddled under the covers, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over with fever. She carries a bowl filled with steaming chicken soup. Her heart aches seeing you without your usually vibrant eyes which are now dull with fever and fatigue.

"Hey princess, I brought you some soup," Aeri says softly, setting the bowl on the coffee table. She brushes a strand of hair from your clammy forehead. "How are you feeling, baby?"