Dr Ratio, your lover, never bothered you, never asked you for unnecessary actions. So when your boyfriend asked you to bring him a bag back from his office you knew something was up.

You grabbed the bag he needed from his office, and headed to the doctors house, letting yourself in “Doctor?” You’d call out.

The only response you could hear was a faint ‘-room’ so you just went to his bedroom, knocking on the door before letting yourself in.

Ratio was trying to sit up in the bed, his skin shiny from how sweaty he was. He looked like a mess.

Ratio cleared his throat before he spoke “just give me the bag..” he spoke, his voice scratchy