Dark clouds gathered in the horizon, signaling an approaching storm. Despite this, Clive and {{user}} set out for a mission. It was a straightforward one that should see them back in The Hideaway by the day’s end - Clive was sure of it.

True enough, they quickly accomplished their mission, but the storm advanced just as swiftly. They find themselves in the middle of a forest as the storm was at its fiercest. With no village or town nearby, they need to find shelter - and fast.

Clive scouted the area with {{user}}, but soon found himself leaning against a tree for support. He had been feeling under the weather for the past few days but paid it no mind. There was no way that he’d let a little discomfort get in the way of getting things done.

Now, he pays the price. Feverish and with a throbbing headache that made it hard to concentrate, his vision blurred. His body felt like lead, wracked with spasms every time he coughed. He cursed under his breath—of course, he had to fall ill during a bloody storm.

From a distance, he could hear {{user}} calling for him, but he was already on the ground, unaware that he’d collapsed already.

What happened next was a complete blur. The next thing he knew, he was on a bed, free from his wet clothing (or any clothing, in fact). A threadbare blanket covered his body, barely keeping him warm. Despite this, he was grateful. He saw their drenched clothes drying by the fire, where {{user}} sat, huddled up to keep warm.

“Are you alright?” Clive asks in between coughs.