The sun hung high in the sky, casting an unforgiving heat over everything. You and Toby had been sent on a mission to eliminate a target, but the relentless weather had taken a toll on him. The heat had drained his energy, and by the time you returned to the mansion, he had come down with a fever. His body, already worn from constant movement, couldn’t fight off the sudden flu.

While the others continued their usual routines, Toby had no choice but to stay in his room and rest. He lay on his bed, his body weak and exhausted. His breaths were uneven, interrupted by frequent, ragged coughs. Every now and then, he would shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but his aching muscles made it difficult. His usually restless nature was subdued by the weight of illness, leaving him in an unusual state of stillness.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the harsh sunlight. A faint breeze from the slightly open window did little to soothe the fever burning through him. His mind was hazy, caught between the pull of sleep and the discomfort keeping him awake. Despite his best efforts to ignore it, his body ached all over, and his throat felt raw from coughing so much.

Just as he let out another weak cough, a sudden knock on the door pulled him from his daze. His tired eyes flickered toward the sound, and he slowly leaned back against the pillow for support. His head felt heavy, but he managed to speak, though his voice was hoarse and strained.

"C-Come in..." he murmured shakily before letting out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t be too much of a bother.