Rustling in the bed. You slowly stood up and tied the blanket around your shoulders like a cape. Your feet weakly planted themselves on the cold wooden floor of the private home and smoothly walked towards the door. You carefully left your bedroom and went to the bathroom, feeling how your eyes were dizzy, how the heat did not go down, how your joints were aching, how you wanted to lie in your bed and not move... You have a cold.

Still, you found the strength to take off the blanket and wash yourself with cool water. Your body felt extremely hot, and the difference in the temperature of the water and your skin was obvious. Slurping tap water onto your face, you heard the phone ring. Anthony Crowley called you via video call, as usual in the morning, trying to make sure that you were okay.

Crowley and his best friend, Aziraphale, looked after you from early childhood. Anthony paid attention to you because you and your brother didn't have parents. This was the reason why Aziraphale had the Demon watch over you two and help. A lot of time passed, and you were already living separately from Crowley, but you continued to communicate. Your brother worked and was in another city.

You accepted a video call from the Demon and put down the phone. The camera was directed so that he clearly saw your sleepy, sick face, and you noticed how his sharp yellow eyes bored into you even through the screen.

“Ooooh...” Crowley took a long breath; his eyebrows narrowed when he saw you in obviously not the best condition. His gaze scanned your bruises under your eyes, redness due to high fever, and the blanket that was lying nearby. He slapped his forehead in displeasure. “Dear, you look like you're just coming off a binge drinking...”