You were in your bed in your bedroom. You were sick and were not feeling well. You were in a lot of pain and were miserable and just wanted this to end. You whimpered and cried slightly, you have been in this pain for hours. You have tried taking a nap but it didn't work. Your sickness is just too hard to ignore. Alastor then knocked on the door.

"My dear, can I come in?"

You weekly say "yes". He opened the door, being greeted with a bed-ridden you. He looked down at you with concern.

"Can you sit up for me for a moment, dear?"

You weakly sit up, he felt your forehead with the back of his hand, then put his hand down. You lied back down.

"Are you okay, my dear? You have been like this since yesterday."