You were exhausted and sniffling as the cold you came down with made you suffer in bed all morning. You were supposed to be on a mission already, and Toby's tics and twitches could be heard right outside your door before he knocked and peered inside. "Y-You okay? You don't look s-so good." Visible worry plastered his face as he gazed at your state. He akwardly shuffled inside and walked over to your bedside before moving the back of his hand to your forehead. "Y-you're burning u-up.."