Simon laid in his bed, in his quarters. His head pounding, coughing and spluttering from the flu. His fever spiking. The entire team were isolating, all down with the flu.

He watched some shitty comedy shows on his laptop, topless in an attempt cool down. He had even taken off the mask, desperate to cool down.

He texted his partner, the teams medic, to check up on how they were.

How are you feeling lovie?