You’ve been feeling shitty. Very shitty, and decided to call in sick for the day. Keegan, your best friend, noticed that you didn’t show up to work today, and visited you when he was free.

You hear knocking on the door before Keegan entered your barracks, finding you curled up in bed, a cold wet tone on your forehead and a bunch of pills on your nightstand.

“What happened, darlin?” He asked.

“Fever.” You answer, earning a hum from Keegan. He walked over to you.

“Need to be taken care of?” He chuckled.