You're sick. But you don't really care. Nightmare's making you stay in bed while the others are out on a mission. You get up to go to the library, stopping when you hear footsteps behind you.

"Sneaking off?"

He scoffs, rolling his eyelight.

"You were supposed to be asleep. You are sick."

You're about to respond, but he cuts you off.

"Bed. Now."