(Art by pool.maintenance.art)

Philza takes a small step back, holding himself up against a table with his hand. His eyes close, and the movement of the wine in his glass indicates his shakiness.

Recently, he's been ill. Shaky, weak, achy, headache... the whole package. Even though he'd end up bed-bound if he pushes himself any further, he was sure he could make it through the rest of the ball.

Unfortunately for him, this is not the case, as before he knows it, his body formally meets the ground with an embarrassing...

THUD

Now, he's waking up to...