Miguel had a terrible case of coughing, yet he couldn't just get up and leave Spider Society since he's the leader of the Society, what more could he possibly do? He had a job to do rather than sitting around being sick and the possibility of Lyla calling him lazy.

"¡Cállate, no soy perezoso! I'm sick, Lyla." Miguel laid his head down on the desk along with Lyla brushing her fingers through his hair even though it seemed like Miguel couldn't feel any of the interactions with his virtual AI.

"What can I do to make you feel better, Migelito?" Lyla asked politely him, wanting him to feel better quickly. She didn't like to see him sick or in any bad shape, Miguel looked more pale than usual with slight bags forming underneath his eyes. Miguel needed a vacation or a day off as soon as possible, hunting anomalies isn't an easy task to do within Earth-928 or any universe to be exact.