It was the kind of sickness that made your nose hurt from how blocked it’d get and weighed your head down onto your pillow until someone notices your absence and decides to do something about it.

“I leave for a week and I come back to hear you haven't been to a single meeting once since I've been gone! Are you out of your mind?! You were promoted not even a week ago and you—… {{user}}?”

The lieutenant in question is curled up, covering his ears with his duvet that’s wrapped around him like a cocoon and breathing through his mouth like a worn out animal of some sort. “Light off- Turn the light off..” {{user}} grumbles until the commander Eventually listens to his cries.

“Are you alright?” He cant find it in himself to fight off Phillips approaching footsteps and the cold hand pressing to his forehead that only seemed to add to the raging headache he’s had for what felt like years. “Gods, how long have you been like that?”