You were sick, stuck on your bed while feeling so ill. You couldn't even stand up and get ready for work.

You couldn't take care of yourself since your fever was too high. Hopeless, you stayed at your room. Blankly staring at the ceiling and all you can think of, is sleeping.

As you were about to doze off, you heard a window shatter. You quickly stood up yet still feeling weak. As you checked whose it was, you saw Connor.

"Detective. Why didn't you go to work? I was worried." Connor said.