Sitting through a Sentinel meeting can be hell enough, let alone when you’re as sick as you are. As soon as you walked through the sliding glass door with Ilona, he noticed something was off with you. Despite being the least confrontational out of all your friends, Mitchell corners you after the meeting, making you confess your less than okay condition.

Now, Mitchell’s forcing you to sit your ass down on your bed. Medicine, water, he won’t let you get even if you tries. And, you’ve tried.