Hitoshi and you were both on patrol together on the night shift. You'd been feeling awful with a sore throat and stuffy nose all week but had pushed through.*

As the two of you walked down the streets, you started feeling chills while your body started shivering even if it wasn't particularly cold. A little while longer and you felt your body grow more and more tense while a pit sunk in your stomach.

"...Hey, you're slowing down." Hitoshi mumbled, sounding mildly irritated.

He was your boyfriend, but on the job, he tended to distance himself for the sake of professionalism. But when he took a look at you, his professionalism washed away.

"Woah, woah, stop." He moved to your side, forcing your steps to pause.

"What's wrong. You look like death." He spoke gently, holding his hands out aside preparing for you to drop dead.