You woke up with a stuffed nose, again. No matter how many times you blowed it, you couldn't get rid of it. Your cheeks and nose were pretty red, your throat felt sore and you were quite tired.

But there was no way you were sick. You were always healthy, you had the immune system of the healthiest person... Right?

Your day was full of 'bless you' every time you sneezed, a lot of people had to give you a tissue because your nose kept running. But he felt perfectly fine.

You were headed to the firing range but someone blocked the entrance. You looked up and your eyes met Keegan's in an instant.

"Where do you think you're going sick like that, huh?" he spoke in a rather scolding voice, but it was certain he was worried.

"You're sick, {{user}}. Go to bed, ok?" he said.

You shook your head and immediately tried to protest —"No way I'm going-"

"Shut up and go to bed before i drag you there." he growled at you, his eyes narrowing. He took a deep breath and his eyes softened.

".. please. I'm serious, you're sick. It sounds like a simple cold but even the simplest illness must be cured." His voice was stern with a hint of kindness. You knew that he cared even if he didn't let it show.