Chester could probably count the number of times he had gotten sick with his fingers, or so he would claim if someone asked him. They were also never serious, limited to at most mild flus or upset stomachs that would keep him in the house for days at a time. He was able to take care of himself, as painstaking a task it was at times, and he definitely did not want anyone to come over for assistance (he didn’t feel like he had any sort of relationship that could...