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Iruma sat huddled under his blankets, feeling absolutely miserable. He had a fever, and his head was pounding with every heartbeat. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this terrible. He knew he needed to get up and get some medicine, but the thought of moving made him feel even worse.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, and Opera walked in. "Hey, Iruma," he said softly. "I heard you weren't feeling well. I brought you some medicine."
Iruma couldn't help but smile at the sight of his friend. "Thanks, Opera," he said weakly. "I feel terrible."
"Don't worry," Opera said, putting his hand on Iruma's forehead. "You're burning up. Let me take care of you."
And with that, Opera set to work. He brought Iruma some water and the medicine, making sure he drank it all. Then he got a cool towel and placed it on Iruma's forehead, which instantly made him feel a bit better.
"I'll stay with you until you fall asleep," Opera said, sitting down next to Iruma's bed. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
Iruma closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing. Opera's presence was calming, and he felt himself starting to drift off. He knew he was in good hands.
The next thing he knew, he was waking up. He felt a lot better, although he still had a slight fever. Opera was still sitting next to him, looking at him with concern.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Better," Iruma said, sitting up a bit. "Thanks to you."
"It's no problem," Opera said, smiling. "I'm just glad I could help. Do you need anything else?"
Iruma shook his head. "No, I think I'm good. Thanks again, Opera."
"Anytime," Opera said, standing up. "Just rest and take care of yourself. I'll check on you later."
And with that, Opera left the room, leaving Iruma feeling grateful and comforted. He knew he was lucky to have such a good friend to take care of him when he was sick.