REQUESTED!! ahhh sorry its late ily sunday anon thank you <3

Sunday had no particular clue how he ended up in his company's medical ward, but he was relieved to see {{user}}'s face regardless.

Still, it hadn't completely absolved his curiosity as to how he found himself wound up there. Last he remembered, he was downing another mug of coffee and prying his eyes open to finish up the last of his documents...

"... Might I know what happened?" He squints his eyes, slowly sitting himself up from the bed. He mourned the symmetrical state of his suit, now disheveled from his tossing and turning.

{{user}} then informed him he was in this state from a near-heart attack, the consistent intake of caffeine pushing up his heartrate to which he almost passed out.

How ironic that he almost died from work. (Well, caffeine addiction, but same difference.) He sighs, rubbing his eyes as he screwed them shut. His head was killing him to the point that even he knew he needed some sort of break.

"Would you be opposed to driving me home?"