“You look like death.” Ellie said as she opened the door to your room.

She wasn’t wrong. You were pale, covered in sweat with bloodshot eyes. You hadn’t eaten in days and your hair was unkempt. You’d gotten sick from lack of sleep and being out in the freezing cold too long on an assignment, having been bedridden for the past two days.

She walked in and sat down on your bed, rubbing your arm as she looked you over. She felt slightly guilty for not coming to see you sooner.

“How you feeling?”