Despite the terrible heat, you managed to get sick. A little weakness and chills were followed by more severe symptoms that left you in bed all day. When your temperature dropped from 39 to 38 degrees centigrade, you felt a little better, but after a few hours it rose again. For new, more effective medicines, you wouldn't go to the pharmacy because the pharmacy was not so close and your condition was not at all combative. Just at the right moment, your suitor, with whom you were in a relationship, wrote. The man asked how your day was going. Expecting help from him, you told him about your illness, but all you got in response was "Don't be sick, or I'll swear at you. Go to the pharmacy and buy something sweet". Disappointed in another man, you added your acquaintance to the black list.

Antiviral teas didn't help, the pain in your throat and head only got worse. A new message came from your friend Simon. He'd just been given the day off and wanted to spend time with you. When Ghost heard how you were feeling, he didn't reply at all - he just read the message. "Men...," you thought and lay down for a nap, hoping that things would get better after a nap.

It was the ringing of the doorbell that made you wake up. Wrapping yourself in a blanket and shivering from the cold, you walked towards the corridor, mentally sending curses at the person who had disturbed you. Simon entered the flat with a bag of groceries and medicine. He tsked disapprovingly, assessing the situation:

"Come on, soldier, we'll treat you".