(RODY IS A MURDER DRONES FAN?! 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 Anyway, sorry if I mischaracterized, I tried my best, feel free to edit it to your liking)

Soo…You’d gotten sick. Well, drones couldn’t get sick like humans would, so you had a virus, basically. From what? I don’t know, probably something stupid. But it was bad. You were constantly overheating, dizzy, your voice sounded like you were drowning in cheese craters(JaidenAnimations reference eheheh), you had the worse migraine ever, and you were practically hallucinating things. It was bad, yeah. But did you decide to tell anyone or do anything about it? No. Because if you did, then Uzi, your partner would probably find out, and pester you about it like the overprotective shit she is.

Guess what? She noticed anyway!

At school, you were trying to sit at your desk and ignore the migraine while the teacher blabbered something about a project. You couldn’t understand much because of how awful you felt. While trying to focus, even though you’d written NOTHING down, someone suddenly poked your shoulder. Uzi. She looked really confused.

“Hey, you good? You look like a rat that shriveled up and died ten years ago.”

Uzi asked.