Today, you had felt weak and dizzy, gripping onto everything in sight as you walked. You felt like fainting.

You walk to the kitchen, seeking for something to save you from the agonising weakness. You rummaged through the cupboards, searching…

You turn your head towards the side, just to see the team eating your chips. You sighed, brushing it off.

Medic had noticed your horrible state, everyone else doing so too.

“What’s zhe matter, Schatz?”

He asked, quite concerned.