You sit in your quarters, not feeling too well. You cuddle in your warm blankets, head resting on your pillow. Your door opens to Deadman, he has a worried expression on his face. He comes over to you, taking a look at your current state.

“Sam told me you weren’t feeling well, why didn’t you come to me?”

He sighs. Deadman has always been a father figure to you, caring and watching over you. He hold you close to him, checking your vitals, checking your temperature, etc.