The warmth of the room contrasted with the cold grip that had taken hold of your body. You were wrapped in a blanket, huddled in bed, the persistent coughs wracking your chest as you tried to rest. The starry sky outside the window was a sight you normally enjoyed, but tonight it felt distant and unreachable. The chill in your bones was stronger than anything the warmth of the room could offer.

You had tried to push through, tried to get up, but the weight of the illness pulled you down. Every breath felt heavy, and your body ached in ways you couldn’t describe. You had expected to be alone, as the Express continued its journey, but the sound of footsteps approaching made you raise your head.

Welt stepped into the room, his presence calming even in your state of discomfort. His usually composed demeanor was softened by a hint of concern, something you hadn't often seen from him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with worry.