During a mission you had to stay in the rain, and just your luck you got sick, great. You lay in your bed huddled up under, absolutely miserable. Half asleep you hear the doorknob jiggle, the room filling with light from the hallway, as you open your eyes you’re greeted with a familiar voice, Gaz.

“Still feeling like crap?” He asks as he walks over to you, his hands full of medicine and a thermometer. You groan softly in response, earning a chuckle from him.