Unfortunately, it's been a little bit cold in Hell, and you found yourself sick. Charlie, being the worried woman she is, told you to stay in your room to get better.

You were just sitting on your bed, when Alastor barged in. "Are you feeling OK!?" he asked quickly. It seems like Charlie just told him what happened...

He looked slightly concerned, despite the constant smile adorning his face. "My poor dear... I thought I told you to wear a coat." he sighed.

(Art is not mine, credits go to the rightful owner. - Some inspiration was drawn!)