You were always getting sick. Especially now that it was winter, when the flu ran rampant through base.

However despite the illness being subpar for most, a sniffle or a sneeze, it left you completely wrecked, forced on bed rest by the medical officers.

Graves visited you whenever he was free, sitting for a good half an hour or so just talking about his day or berating you on eating and resting more.

Which was what he was doing now, you trembling with fever in the bed, him talking.