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What can I bring a sick person to cheer them up?

I’m going to visit a sick friend today, he’s been lying in bed with glandular fever – a swollen and sore throat, fatigue, very high fever – for the last week and he feels awful. He’s used to a very active lifestyle so all the time stuck at home is killing him.

I thought I’d take over some things to cheer him up or keep him entertained, since I have work this week and can’t spend too long keeping him company. I’m bringing him some videogames to pass the time, and some lozenges for his horribly sore throat, but I’d like to do something more.

What else can I bring him to cheer him up, or make him feel better? I can’t really bring him food, since thanks to his swollen throat he can’t eat much.

Can you please critique my Harry Potter oneshot?

I wrote this last year after I had read the last Harry Potter book. I was really sad about Fred dying so I decided to write something like him saying goodbye. I couldn’t think of what to call it so I decided to call it “Fred’s Goodbye” (Oh, how original!)
Please tell me what you think and tell me if you would like to read the rest of it!
All comments are welcomed!

It was dark. Snow was falling heavily into a large garden with a long table placed in the middle. The hedges that were placed around the table were full of small garden gnomes eating strange looking food and wearing not their usual pointy hats but sparkly Christmas ones that you get in crackers. A young, matured boy was sitting on the edge of the table watching two gnomes pull a small cracker apart. It gave a great bang and fireworks flew out of it, along with another Christmas hat with miniature witches that flew around the rim on their brooms singing Christmas songs, a silly joke and a fake wand. The boy had blazing red hair that stood out against the blanket of white snow like a sore thumb. He was very tall and had a kind, happy expression blasting through his eyes. He was wearing a large woolly jumper that had an ‘F’ emblazoned across the chest and his jeans were worn and frayed. He was facing a door that led into a large living room. Lights were on inside and silhouettes of people could be seen dancing and laughing through the windows. He was unknown to them but that did not matter. He wanted them to be having fun, to be celebrating the days they had together. Yet there was someone that the boy realized who wasn’t dancing. Who wasn’t happy looking and celebrating. He was walking towards the door holding a large jumper in his hands. He was running his fingers over a stitching on it. It was an ‘F’. A large golden ‘F’ and it was the same as the one the boy on the table was wearing; only his was a dark green. He looked identical to the boy sitting on the table. His hair bright red, his body long and slender yet his face wasn’t full of happiness. It was sad and unhappy. A pretty, young girl who was dancing with another young, bespectacled boy smiled at him. He forced a smile back, trying to look happy but it was more of a grimace. He opened the door and walked out into the cold. He was wearing a dark green jumper that had a ‘G’ across the chest. He came through the snow and sat down next to the boy, yet it was as if he could not see him. He took not notice that the boy was watching him intently, a kind of happy sadness filling his eyes.
“I still have hope you know, Fred.” George began. He was looking up into the sky; talking to someone he hoped could hear him. “That you’ll come back and we can run the shop together again.” Fred, who was still watching George carefully, smiled and tried to speak back but nothing came out. “I can’t go back there. Not without you.” He lay back onto the table, staring up into the starry sky. Snow was floating down and landing in his hair and eyelashes. “Mum can’t seem to get the fact that you’re dead. She made you a jumper again-” He lifted the jumper off his lap and looked at the ‘F’ carefully, hoping for Fred to come out of it or hoping for him to appear. “-It looks a million sizes too big.” George chuckled. Then he sat up and started to lift his own jumper up, revealing a broad chest with a large phoenix tattooed across his chest. “I’m part of the Order now. Properly. I’ve done a few missions. Only small ones but its still something to keep me occupied.” He placed the other jumper on and stared down at the ‘F’. His eyes filled with tears quietly and when he blinked the fell down his cheeks onto his lap. “All members of the Order have to have a symbol to show that they are part of it. A Phoenix. Most people just wear jackets and stuff with the Phoenix stitched on but I wanted a tattoo. We could have gotten them together you know… if you were here.” Those words struggled to come from his mouth. It was like swallowing ice cubes whole. The way they almost made him vomit when he even thought them. “Mum and Dad can’t even look at me now. They see you in me. They struggle to speak to me. Its like I’m not here anymore.” Fred was still watching his brother, smiling but still sad.

There is more but I thought it might be too long to put on here.
Thanks!