MC has entered the chatroom

Zen: MC!

Zen: How was your day? Have you eaten yet?

MC: No, not yet...

707 has entered the chatroom.

Zen: How come?

MC: I haven't been feeling too well... My stomach hurts and I feel like I'll throw up everything I eat...

Zen: Oh no!

Zen: Seven, give me the adress so I can go there and take care of her!!

707: You know I can't do that

707: I'm sorry to hear that, MC

707: How about I go there and take care of you? :)

MC: No, it's fine. You have work to do and I don't want to get in your way.

Zen: Seven, let me go!

Zen: I'll be able to nurse her back to health!

707: No, Zen. The apartment's location still must remain a secret.

707: I'm coming over soon.

MC: You really don't have to.

707: Don't move until I get there. :)

707 has left the chatroom.

Zen: Man, that guy

Zen: I still don't understand why he can't tell us anything

MC: I'm sure he has his reasons.

Zen: Yeah...

Zen: Well, anyway, I have to go

Zen: If he tries anything, you call me, okay?

MC: lolol yeah, okay. Bye, Zen.

Zen has left the chatroom.

MC put her phone back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She was in a tank top and shorts, and whenever she put the blankets on, it felt as if she was on the sun, but whenever she took them off, it felt like she was dunked in ice water. There was no winning for her that day. She constantly felt nauseous, and couldn't help but curl into a ball as tight as she could to ease the pain in her stomach.

"MC?" Seven's voice came from the living room.

"I'm in here..." She said, weakly.

He opened the door, "Hey. How are you feeling?" He said, sweetly.

"Like shit."

He lightly laughed, "I bet. So you haven't eaten anything at all today?"

"No..."

He noticed that all the color was drained from her face. "I'll make you some soup."

"No, please. I'll just throw it all up. I can feel it."

He sighed, "Now, this is why I came here. I am making you soup."

She groaned and turned her back to the door.

Seven walked into the kitchen and turned on the stove. He then took a can of soup from one of the cupboards and placed it in a pot he took from one of the lower cabinets. He stood there until it was done, and poured it into a bowl to bring to MC.

He put it on the nightstand next to the bed and sat down at the edge. "Come on, sit up."

"It's too cold." She complained.

"Then put a blanket on."

"Then it gets too hot!"

He sighed.

"I'm sorry, Seven. This is why I didn't want you to come over."

"It's fine."

He grabbed her side and sat her up.

She was shivering and hugging her chest.

He dipped the spoon into the bowl and held it to her mouth, "Eat."

She hesitated for a second, but then opened her mouth. She could feel the warmth travel through her body. "Thank you. This is good."

"Eh, it's nothing."

He forced her to eat until the bowl was empty.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" He said as he carried the bowl and spoon to the kitchen and placed them in the sink.

"That's easy for you to say. You aren't freezing and nauseous." She told him.

He laughed, "Are you always this salty, or just when you're sick?"

She slightly chuckled. The soup made her feel slightly warmer, but only for a short time. Not soon after, she started shivering again.

"Here." Seven said as he took off his jacket.

"No. I don't want to make you sick. Plus, I'd get hot after a few seconds."

"I don't care about getting sick. Just take the jacket." He put it over her shoulders and she pulled her arms through the sleeves and zipped it up.

"But what happens when you get sick? Who will take care of you?"

He chuckled awkwardly, "Don't worry about that. Just worry about getting better."

"Ugh, my head is pounding." She gripped her hair.

"I actually have some medicine for that." He reached into the backpack that he brought.

"I didn't even realize you brought that." She told him.

He pulled out a few pills, "Here, hold these for a minute while I get a cup of water." He zoomed back to the kitchen and into the bedroom again.

She swallowed the pills and water and felt the coldness of the water shoot through her body. She shivered and hugged herself.

"Thanks."

"You should get some rest. It'll help you feel better quicker." He told her.

"I've been sleeping all day. I should probably take a shower though. I feel crappy." She weakly tried to stand up.

Seven grabbed her arms and helped to pull her up and walk her to the bathroom.

"Thank you for coming, Seven." She weakly smiled at him.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled back. "Now go take a shower. You smell." He teased.

She chuckled and closed the bathroom door.

Seven walked back over to the bed and saw the imprint of her body in the mattress. It was a small ball.

"It sucks to see her this way..." He sighed.