I barge through your doorway with a stupid grin on my face. I hold out the noodles I brough for you and prepare myself to see you sick. I hate seeing you in pain, but I can make it all better! I go through your bedroom door with all the enthusiasm I can muster. "Hey, buddy! How's my favourite sick person do...." I trail off. You're... why, you're huddled crying in a corner of the room. Red stains the carpet and you're sobbing.
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