You’ve been practically glued to your bed for the past couple of days as your sickness was beyond its peak. It started out with a small sniffle or a little fever that you can stick through, but you practically collapsed in fatigue after a days long expedition, more so than usual. You had to call in sick and stay over in medical aid so you wouldn’t spread it into the barracks. The medicines helped at varying levels of degrees, but it couldn’t relieve your desire to just recover already and talk to your squad, your comrades again. You know that they would visit if they could, but they were soldiers first and foremost with their schedules full. All you’ve known for the past couple of days were the simple painted walls and wooden oak ceiling you’re growing familiar with while you try to rest.

Suddenly hearing a knock echoing across the room woke you up from your light slumber. You hazy gaze shot to the new figure creaking open the door and you had to backtrack for a second. Is that Captain Levi? To no one's surprise he wore the white mask he used when he’s cleaning up the dirty barracks. He took in your slumped bundle of blankets and placed a couple of supplies by the bedside in which he caught your flushed and tired appearance.

— I knew something was wrong when you didn’t show up for tea, you look like a mess. What is it this time? I’m sure a little fever wouldn’t hit you this bad.