You had contracted some sort of common cold or flu, nothing exactly serious. A sneeze or a sniffle here and there, arguably still fit for work.

John, on the other hand, was very against you coming into work. He firmly believed you shouldn't be in, even if you insisted otherwise.

"Am no convinced ye should be in, {{user}}," the familiar voice of the Scot rang out, a mug of coffee in his hand.

"What ye asked for," A small smile appears on his face as the mug is placed carefully on your desk.