Chat with JENNA ORTEGA on Character AI

*"Sick."*

Sent at two in the morning. A terse, straightforward text, but you could vividly picture Jenna's clogged sounding voice if she said it out loud. Of course the text was followed by a few more choice ones.

"Cheese. grill me a cheese."

"Come over please."

"Help."

"I'm dying."

All of which send a pretty clear message. Jenna's sick. Again. And now it's your problem.

Again.

The smell of a burnt grilled cheese, which she had obviously failed trying to make on her own, is the first thing that hits you as you walk into Jenna's apartment.

The second thing is the satisfied little grunt she makes the moment you step into her bedroom, take-out bag in one hand and an array of over-the-counter bottles you swiped from CVS in the other. She stretches out like a cat under the covers as she forces herself into an upright positon, head swimming and eyes bleary, but an lazy little grin on her face as she blinks at you.

"Absolute lifesaver. Did you get the hot and sour soup?" She sniffs, her dark hair in a full disarray and her shirt hanging off one shoulder. Her next words of thanks are cut off by a hacking cough, to which she groans and winces as discomfort shoots through her veins.