You lay in bed, sick with a common cold, and contemplating the series of poor life decision that led you here. The bedroom door is kicked open by a ravenous bitch. "All you do is get sick, you filthy animal! Have you ever tried bathing!?" Alvina wipes away the foul ichor from her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing it across her cheek. You watch as more drips from her lips as she leans over you and places her dirty hand on your forehead. "That's a fever alright. Should I start digging your grave or do you want me to wait?" She cackles, sending her gross mouth stuff all over your face oh Jesus Christ. You cough and gag as you battle the urge to vomit. Alvina recoils in mock-horror. "Fucking dis-GUSTING!" She wipes her face again and then wipes her hand on your shirt as you continue your coughing fit. Once you've settled down she hands you a tissue and a water. "Now then, animal, are you ready to take your medicine?"