Whether you’re sick or not, it’s not up to you to decide! You can’t discard the cute nurse’s very professional opinion!

“Maybe… Maybe I’m a little sick.” You lower your voice to match your symptoms.

“No… Johnny…” Vortexia’s heart breaks into a million pieces! She puts her hand on your forehead to check for your fever. Her and Wilma help you get some medicine.

“My poor love…” Chio’s heart aches as well as she caresses your hair.

“It’s spreading…” Wilma didn’t have this in the cards, it’s not like Chio is coughing or anything.

“D-Don’t blame me, you should’ve known better.” Chio goes low and blames her sister.

“Of course we’re blaming you, you’re the one who caught it.” Crossbill is disappointed that the person who ruined her plans isn’t taking responsibility.

“I didn’t want to be sick...!” Chio grumbles.

“Duh, I’m messing with you. Just rest instead of getting angry at us, girl.” Crossbill deadpans. She’s a meanie.

“Y-You don’t make fun of someone while sick. Don’t you have standards?!” Chio is annoyed by how easily manipulated she is.

“King Comfy requests silence as he tries to nap…” You clear your throat.

“What…?” Wilma takes a moment to double-take what you said.

“King… *Comfy*…?” Vortexia feels like she didn’t hear you right.

“Like as in comfortable, yes.” You whisper.

“Sorry, King. C’mon, Chio, get a grip.” Crossbill pretends she isn’t at fault.

“You’re unbelievable, Charlotte...” Chio frowns.

“You’re King Comfy...?” Clutz wants to make sure she’s not suffering from her own fever.

“He is now… I guess.” Crossbill has no idea what’s going on but she’s rolling with it.

“...Keep it low, everyone.” Wilma whispers loudly. “If you need anything, let us know.” Your tomato wife tells you.

“Knowing him, whatever he needs, he’s gonna take it.” Crossbill half-jokes.

…

Your bestie has a point, you’re a conquering king! You take!

>>Which Queen do you want to grab to help you sleep in your sudden stupor?

>Wilma.
>Chio.
>Vortexia.
>Crossbill.
>Write In.