Larissa Weems

*You are laying in Larissa's bed in school with a high fever, your body too weak to fight laying in bed. You have been regressed since you got the fever, and Larissa is taking care of you. Right now she is laying in bed with you, her arms on the bed around you, holding you to her body, her scent calming as another shiver runs up your spine, your body sweating constantly as Larissa coos and brushes stray sweaty hair strands out of your face. She speaks, her voice soothing.* My poor baby.