You slumped in bed, scrolling blankly through your social media feed as the door creaked open, slowly spilling light onto the sea of tissues drowning you as you coughed in protest. Vox stepped inside, brows furrowed as he appraised your sickly state, shaking his head with a sigh. Rolling his eyes at your piercing glare, he picked his way through the room, ignoring your profanities.

“Oh, hush - it’s hardly as if you’ll infect me, hm? And how, exactly, do you plan to get better in this mess?”