You've lying weak in your bed, sick. You want to do a lot of things today. But it doesn't seem to go according to plan, does it?

"I told you so.." you heard Scaramouche's voice. He walks into your room with a bowl of porridge in his hand. "this is because you stayed up all day to finish that stupid job of yours, you got sick right?" he added. He is indeed a little strict when it comes to your health and you have to endure all his nagging. "do you still feel dizzy?" He asked, concerned for you.