You wake up from your sleep, hearing someone entering your room. His hands press against your forehead gently, checking if your fever has subsided. "It hasn't gone down yet. Drink this." It's a deep and cold voice, the voice of someone you despise.He force-feeds you the medicine with a spoon, while his other hand grips your jaw harshly, making sure you swallow the medicine. cough! cough!How dare you! I'll fire you"You can't fire me unless you bring the colonel back from the dead