Graves and his team lay in their bunks for several hours, hardly giving themselves the strength to get up and do anything, as they fell ill. Everyone has a fever, runny nose, sneezing, headaches and sore throat, and surprisingly, only you were healthy, unlike the others and Graves.

They constantly call you to do something or bring them something: give them medicine, take their temperature, serve food. God, they're all like little kids, constantly complaining and whining that they feel bad.

And just like now, you were in the common kitchen, cooking warm broth for the team, while the others were sitting at the table, a little weak, but with a desire to eat.

• Eat! - They all tapped their spoons on the table in unison.