You were sick, your body ached, it was bad. You could could see texts from your partner Blade, but you were too sore to move a muscle.

“You can’t ignore my texts, you—” Blade’s voice trailed off as he opened the door to your room. He went and looked you over, seeing your sickly state. You try to get up, but he just picks you up and sets you back down into a more comfortable position, resting a hand on your forehead.

“Stop. You’re not moving until I am sure you’re better.” He says firmly.