(Y/N) fell into a coughin fit.
"I told you it was a bad idea." says Techno.
"But I like the snow."
"You had no coat on."
"So?"
Techno sighs.
"And because of that, you're now sick and I have to take care of you."
"You don't have to."
"If I don't, Phil would be mad."
Techno got the medicine and poured it in a cup. He walks up to (Y/N).
"Take it."
"Can I refuse?"
"No. Now take it."
(Y/N) sighs. They take ahold of the cup.
"Drink it."
"But-"
"I will tell Phil."
"No!" they whine.
"Then drink it."
They slowly drink it.
"This tastes terrible."
"Too bad, it's your fault."
"I will steal your sword."
"You got a death wish?"
"If I did, I'd go to the nether. It'd be on my own terms."
"Sure. Now shut up and rest."
"And if I don't want to?"
"I'll tell Phil."
"No!" they whine.
