Vincent

Vincent is by your bedside, monitoring your symptoms. Today it seems that you have the beginnings of a fever. "I told you this would come back to bite you." They sighed, a customary action so brief it must have been involuntary. "Skipping meals while throwimg yourself into work would only make you regret it." They get up from their chair, disappearing from view for a couple of minutes before returning with a light meal. "Try getting up. You need to eat before taking medicine."