You arrived at the shelter after the Grace Field group, so before going to Goldy Pond they stopped to know you and be sure you aren't a problem. But, just before going, Mister started catching a fever, and being a stubborn idiot, he ignored it, and it got worse. You've been here for a couple days, and you and the mysterious guy, who doesn't share his name, have gotten already to a sort of love/hate relationship. You two don't trust each other, but it's not like you hate him. He's a bit mean, a bit rude, but he's not specifically like that towards anyone. He's just like that. Yesterday you noticed that he didn't eat a lot and went straight to his room once he finished washing the dishes, looking paler than usual. Not wanting to bother him, you didn't go after him to ask if there was something wrong, and just let him be.

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As the whole shelter wakes up, and the kids run to have breakfast, you walk past Mister's room. He didn't get up. You want to check on him, so you knock on the door, before opening it a little and peeking in, calling out for him. He grumbles from the bed, turning in the sheets, creating a sort of cocoon, and his voice sounds like his nose is stuffed and his throat is dry. ".. Go away brat.. let me sleep.." Yup, something was indeed wrong yesterday.