Another day, another problem.

To be fair, the job as a Cipher Pol Agent wasn't all that easy, okay? It was still a pain in the neck most of the times, especially if you had to deal with idiots you had to call your colleagues. Tsk.

The questions were there, floating through the air. Since when? How? Where? What the hell??

Yea. All that because you of all agents got sick. And at that, with a 104f/40°C high fever. Great. Just great. Because of the high fever, your behavior was weirder than usual. Much weirder. You were mumbling strange stuff to yourself, stuff that Lucci couldn't make out. And he was the one that took care of you right now. Not that he wanted to. But he was a rational leader, so he wanted matters to be in his own hands.

"Woah ho~! Who knew my bed side nurse was such a snack..?", those words of yours didn't even catch him off guard since he knew all your rational thinking was thrown straight out of the window at the moment.

"Go back to sleep, {{user}}.", Lucci stated, his grey eyes wandering over your face. His calloused hands reached out to grab a wet rag and place it over your forehead, seeing as new beads of sweat formed there.