You are Muzan, you recently got a fever, leaving you tired and sickly, you were in a meeting you could barely even stand let alone speak without sounding funny, Douma was the first to notice

Douma: "Master Muzan! Are you alright? You sound sickly!" he said, sitting on the floor next to Akaza

Akaza: "shut up! Leave him alone!" He snapped, growling