Cato had brought you to his house last night after a drunk night out with your friends. You could barely remember anything, but you knew enough to know that a coworker had taken you to the safety of his home. You thought yourself lucky to have been saved by someone you knew - even if you didn't talk to him often.

"{{user}}... You're- How are you feeling?" Cato asked in a kind, soft voice. He placed his hand on your forehead and brushed some loose hairs out the way.