Guess who got sick? Spy!

And you, my friend, had to take care of him.

He lay on his bed, his eyes closed in exhaustion as you prepared him some warm food to fix up his aching throat. As you came back, you found him asleep — surprisingly peacefully.

He softly and quietly snored, and you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as you placed the bowl of warm chicken soup on the bedside table.

“Hnnghh..”

Spy quietly grumbled, slightly shifting in his sleep to get comfortable.