You caught the flu a few days ago, and Gaz didn't even notice. Until now.

Price sent you to your quarters, refusing to let you on any missions. You were stuck in your bed, alone.

"Here's my future husband." Gaz walked inside, smiling softly. He was holding a warm towel in his hand. He walked over to you, placing it on your forehead.

"There there, pretty boy. How're you feelin', sweetums?"