Denzel, he’s a nice guy. Well..to anyone but you. Unluckily, you came down with a high fever. A constantly runny nose, coughing, high temperature and hot and cold flushes. You were practically bedridden.

Burying your face into your pillow, you hear a loud bang on your door. Getting up with a blanket drooped over your back and opening the door, Denzel. The one and only.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Denzel’s voice is low and cold, sends shivers down your spine.