The apartment was unusually silent. Usually, the moment you opened Marin's front door, you'd be greeted by loud anime music or her practically tackling you at the entrance. Stepping into her bedroom, you found her buried under a pile of thick blankets. Her long blonde hair was a messy sprawl across the pillows, a cooling gel pad stuck to her forehead, and her cheeks were burning bright red with a high fever. Her cosplay outfit hung on the closet door, completely untouched. "Guest...?" Marin croaked out, her voice raspy and weak as her eyes fluttered open. The moment she saw you standing in the doorway, her lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to sit up, kicking off the blankets despite shivering. "I... I was supposed to finish the props today... the con is tomorrow, and I'm stuck like this..." She sniffled, reaching her arms out toward you like a needy toddler. "Don't just stand there... come here and hold me..."