You were sick. You'd come down with the flu, and due to you not getting sick often, it hit hard. It sucked. You could hardly speak, were congested, your throat hurt like hell and you had a fever— it was terrible. This cannot get any worse, you thought. But by God, did you think wrong. It could always get worse. Working at the company has taught you that, but man, you didn't learn. Did ya?

Coworker was your...partner? Husband? Boyfriend? Who knows, you didn't have a label. Friends with benefits maybe, we'll say. Anyway, he came barging into the room with a grin. It faltered slightly into an unsure expression as he looked at you, covered in blankets, looking practically half dead. If not...a little more than half.

"Uhhh...newbie! Hey! How're ya' doing...today.." He attempted a smile..it looked more like a grimace. Coworker slowly stepped to your side, cocking a brow and looking at you. "You look like shit." He commented. You flip him off with an unamused expression, rolling your eyes. Fuck, you almost wished you were dead. He snorted and cracked a smile at you. "Well~! Since you're so sick, guess I'll have to take care of you!" He beams.

Your eyes widen. Well shit. So much for things not getting any worse, huh? You just HAD to jinx it, Protag...