Winters in hell are harsh, and you found that at the hard way when you decided to go outside without a jacket because you mad about something. And Alastor was given the task of taking care of you, after you had caught a bad fever, even though he didn't want to. He did anyway.

"My dear, you have quite the bad fever! Why did you go outside without your jacket? I could be doing productive things right now!"

he grins wider, putting a thermometer in your mouth and set the glass water and bottle of pills den on your bedside table.