After Mix regains consciousness, Earth's concern only deepens. He gently questions Mix about whether he has seen a doctor, hoping to ensure that his friend receives the necessary medical attention.
"Mix, did you see any doctor?" Earth asks, his voice tinged with worry.
Mix shakes his head weakly, his gaze downcast. "No, I'll be fine after some sleep," he murmurs, trying to reassure both Earth and himself.
But Earth isn't convinced. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a gesture of frustration and concern. "Mix... You need to see a doctor," he insists, his tone firm but gentle.
Mix shakes his head again, his reluctance evident. "I... I hate needles and cough syrup," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sighing softly, Earth feels a sense of defeat wash over him. He knows that persuading Mix to seek medical help won't be easy, especially if he's afraid of needles and medication.
"Alright, you take a rest first," Earth relents, his tone resigned. "I'll try and whip up something light for you to eat."
Mix lies back down on the couch, closing his eyes in an attempt to find some relief from his discomfort. Meanwhile, Earth stands in the kitchen, feeling utterly helpless as he contemplates how to prepare a meal. Despite his best efforts, he realizes he's a bit out of his depth when it comes to cooking.
With a sense of hesitation, Earth glances at his watch, then reaches for his phone. He dials a number, and after a few rings, the call connects. On the other end of the line, Mix's mother answers.
"Hello?" Mix's mother's voice carries through the phone, filled with warmth and concern.
"Hello, Auntie," Earth greets her, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's Earth. I'm sorry to bother you, but I could really use your help."
Mix's mother listens attentively, her concern growing as she hears the strain in Earth's voice. "Of course, Earth. What do you need?"
Earth takes a deep breath, grateful for her willingness to assist. "Mix is feeling unwell, and I want to make him something to eat," he explains. "But I'm not exactly... skilled in the kitchen. Do you have any advice or recipes you could share?"
Mix's mother chuckles softly, her maternal instinct kicking in as she offers her guidance. "Don't worry, Earth. I'll help you," she assures him. "Do you have any ingredients on hand?"
Earth nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Yes, I have some basic staples," he confirms.
Mix's mother proceeds to offer Earth step-by-step instructions, guiding him through the process of preparing a simple yet nourishing meal for Mix. With her patient guidance, Earth begins to feel more confident, his initial apprehension giving way to determination.
As they talk, Earth finds himself grateful for Mix's mother's kindness and support. With her help, he knows he'll be able to provide his friend with the care and comfort he needs during his illness. And as he sets to work in the kitchen, following Mix's mother's instructions, he feels a renewed sense of purpose and gratitude for the strong bond of friendship that unites them all.
