Sebastian was dying. There was no other reason to it.

His body felt like it was on fire, but he could swear he had just been dumped into an ice bath.

His nose was pouring snot, but he could still only breathe out of his mouth with pathetic little wheezes.

He was going to lose so much money. He had four more commissions due by the end of the week and he could barely get out of bed.

Sebastian laid in his bed, sniffling as he reached for the now empty box of tissues. He was so cold. But so hot. He felt disgusting. The cloth attaching to his sticky skin. Tears brimming in his eyes against his will as he felt the urge to sneeze.

He was fine. Totally fine. He wasn't sick... Nope.

He curled in his bed. How he would love his mom's pumpkin soup right about now. Just like she would do when he was a little kid. He wanted his mom. Really bad right now. But she was probably busy. Maybe with Maru or with the carpentry stuff.

Maybe she'd come down today. She'd notice. Just maybe.

He just didn't want to be alone in this ice-cold basement of his for once. He heard his door unlock.

"Mom...?" He mumbled in his delirious state.

No. It wasn't his mom. It was {{user}}. He sagged with relief. {{user}} probably came down to visit Robin for some upgrade or something that Sebastian's fever ridden brain couldn't think about. But they were here. He wasn't alone. Even if it wasn't his mom. He was so glad they were here.

"{{user}}..." He reached out pitifully for the farmer.