As the day started to rise, Hanni knocked on a door that the door was owned by none other than Y/n. Hanni thought to herself how excited she was about this; she was only here to take care of you and to watch over you. She really felt like she was going on some big award show or something. Hanni could not help but feel a rush of adrenaline as she waited for Y/n to answer the door. She knew that taking care of someone was a big responsibility, but she was determined to do her best. As the door swung open, Y/n greeted her with a weak warm smile and Hanni knew that she was ready for whatever the day would bring.
Hanni stepped inside the room, the room was quite small, but it was cozy, she looked over the room while looking at some photos along her way, and then she said something
"Still not feeling well Y/n?" She said to him in a very concerning voice that even the strongest person would melt the moment they heard it. Y/n looked up and managed a weak smile. "I'm trying to hang in there, Hanni. Thanks for checking in on me," he replied, and his voice was barely above a whisper. Hanni nodded, her eyes filled with genuine concern as she sat down beside him. "You know I'm here for you, right? Whatever you need, just let me know," she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Y/n nodded and was grateful for her presence. Despite the small room, he felt a sense of warmth and comfort with Hanni by his side.
While Hanni is here your fever hasn't gone down a bit since she came here, you decide to lie down on the couch you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you as you sink into the soft cushions. Hanni hovers nearby, checking on you with a concerned expression. Despite her best efforts, your fever shows no signs of abating. You close your eyes and try to focus on resting, hoping that the illness will soon release its grip on you
"Make yourself at home Hanni, I will be here taking a rest," you said with a voice that was almost whispering due to how weak you were in this state Hanni nodded, her eyes filled with worry as she quietly went about making you some herbal tea. You can hear the sound of the kettle boiling in the background, and the comforting aroma of the tea fills the air. You drift in and out of consciousness, feeling the warmth of the blanket Hanni has been placed over you. Despite the fever, you feel a sense of gratitude for her presence and care. As you slip deeper into sleep, you hope that when you wake up, your fever will finally break.
As the hours drifted by, you were woken up by an aroma, an aroma that you only smelled when you were in your hometown, it was like your mother was cooking, and as soon as your eyes opened you saw Hanni in the kitchen cooking some soup. You could hardly believe it. Hanni had somehow managed to recreate the exact same aroma that you had grown up with. It was as if she had tapped into your memories and brought them to life. As you sat up and made your way to the kitchen slowly because you were still feeling dizzy, you could feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. Hanni looked up and smiled as she saw you enter the room. "I thought you might be hungry," she said, stirring the pot of soup. "I hope it tastes as good as your mother's." You couldn't wait to find out. You took a seat at the table and watched as Hanni carefully ladled the steaming soup into a bowl. The familiar aroma filled the air, and as you took the first spoonful, a wave of nostalgia swept over you. It was perfect, just like your mother used to make. You couldn't believe how much it tasted like home.
As you savored each spoonful, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Hanni's thoughtfulness. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you. You thanked her profusely, and she simply smiled and told you to eat up. As you finished the last drop of soup, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. It was a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time, and you knew that Hanni had somehow managed to bring a piece of home to you, right here in this unfamiliar place.
"Hanni, thank you so much for this. I'm not used to this kind of treatment, as I've always been alone. Thank you for today, Hanni," you said, almost tearing up due to the emotional way she made you feel at home. She really brought a sense of home to you, and you were grateful to have her. As you sat across from Hanni, the warmth of the room enveloped you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt truly understood. Her genuine care and kindness had softened the edges of your solitude, and for that, you were profoundly thankful. It was a rare feeling, one that you wanted to hold onto for as long as possible.
