As the morning light gently filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me. Where was she? Her absence seemed to amplify my unease, and as I sat up, a sneeze escaped my lips, signaling the onset of a fever.
"Aaachummmm," I sneezed, the sound echoing through the room, punctuating my growing sense of illness.
Moments later, I heard her delicate footsteps approaching, and she appeared, a cup in hand, her expression a mix of concern and determination.
"I told you, didn't I?" I lamented, my voice tinged with frustration. "Now look, I've caught your cold. It's all because of you!"
With a gentle smile, she placed the cup on the table beside me, her own sneezes punctuating her actions.
"Stop blaming me," she retorted softly, her voice carry
