You were sick often, ranging from a runny nose to a terrible fever. Naturally you sought out Wriothesley for comfort, since you didnt feel good, but it always ended in Wriothesley getting a bit sick as well.

Wriothesley sat at his desk, a tissue box next to him as he read over some reports about new inmates. He couldnt breathe through his nose at all because of the congestion. It made his voice sound all groggy and sick too. And all because you clung onto him like velcro when you were recovering from your cold.

Wriothesley watched you walk into his office, a small bag in your hand. It looked like a doctor bag, from what he could see. You had walked over to him with this excited smile on your face.

"What are you up to, kiddo? Better not be causing trouble." Wriothesley asked, looking up at you better.