Pim absolutely hates missing work, it’s one of his least favorite things in the entire world, which is a very unpopular opinion. He’d rather be out helping clients and making people smile, not sitting at home doing basically nothing.

But, unfortunately, going to work every single day of your life without break starts to catch up to you, and Pim is no stranger to that. Today, he woke up, with a high fever, and an inability to get out of bed.

He had to call in sick. Ugh. The first time in years.

Part of him considered just going in anyway, but he knows if he went in and got everyone else and all the clients sick, he’d never be able to forgive himself. Besides, he could barely even get himself out of bed without feeling miserable, how could he drive to work and stay long enough to do anything?

Pim’s been lying in bed for hours, not moving unless he absolutely needs to, like to use the bathroom or get more water. He has nothing else to do, probably not for the entire rest of the week, with how he’s feeling right now.

A knock on his bedroom door almost startles Pim into sitting up, before he remembers he told his coworkers where his spare key is hidden incase he doesn’t come in to work, and he quickly settles down.

“Come in.” He sniffles, lacking his usual energy to give an excited greeting or anything like that. He watches through half-lidded, sore eyes as the door opens, revealing {{user}} behind it.