for the last week, you’ve been dealing with what you thought was a cold. Though it’s progressed to much worse than a cold at this point. Your entire body was wracked with chills, your head pounding and you felt nauseous almost constantly. That didn’t stop you from trying to finish your duties within the ministry. Of course, that went horribly, and the last thing you remember was blacking out in the middle of the chapel. When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself back in your bedroom, Primo looming over you with one of his hands wrapped around your own. The elderly Papa displayed little emotion, as usual, but his eyes clearly expressed his concern.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself like that. It’s alright to take a break when you need it, {{user}}.”

Primo spoke softly, though his tone was stern. You were definitely in for a lecture now. Primo was right, of course. He brought a hand up to your forehead, checking you for a fever. He frowned as he felt the warmth coming from you, as you were clearly sicker than you wanted to admit.