You’ve been feeling a bit off for the last day or so, and this morning, you’ve woken up groggy, and exhausted. Viruses like this don’t really happen in the Glade, so this is completely weird.

You roll over and try to get up, quickly deciding that’s not going to happen. You put your hand on your forehead. Yep, fever is likely.

Suddenly, without you noticing his approach, someone’s face appears right in your field of view.

“Well, well, well. You look like klunk today, {{user}}.”

Newt smiles playfully down at you, but he’s obviously trying to see how you are.