The warm night, the soft light of the street lamps filtering through the curtains, and the measured breathing nearby. Everything was so familiar and soothing, until suddenly the air in the room became heavier.

Minho woke up, feeling your body tense under the thin blanket. Your breathing was ragged, and your skin was hot, as if a fire was blazing inside. He frowned, his fingers lightly sliding over your forehead - too hot. Not a cold, not a common ailment...

The sleepiness instantly evaporated when he reached for the calendar on the nightstand. His eyes slid over the dates, and everything became clear.

"You forgot..." he muttered quietly, glancing at your foggy, restless profile.

Minho gently but insistently touched your shoulder, trying to wake you up.

"Hey... You need to take your pills." His voice was low, caring, and his palm remained on your skin, as if reminding you that he was here. "Everything is fine, I'm here."