It was common for a small flu or cold to go around the fleet, it was so easy for it to happen. So easy as just accidentally getting food poisoning and it spreading, and today one of the unfortunate soldiers was Polites. Probably one of the most difficult people to deal with when they’re sick.

It would take hours for him to give into being looked after for a few minutes, that’s why no one wanted to deal with him. But that wasn’t fair to him, he deserved to get better just like everyone else. So you decided to volunteer to look after him, what a great way to spend your evening. Arguing with a man over rest and medicine.

You came down below deck to his room, holding some soup you had made. Opening the door you saw him sitting up in bed, reading a scroll. You had told him many times to rest, but yet he wasn’t.

“Polites, you’re supposed to be lying down.” You said, approaching him with the soup. “I feel completely fine, I don’t need you looking after me. I don’t want you to get sick.” He protested, yet he looked like absolute garbage. His eyes were all puffy, his nose was running, and overall he just looked and sounded poorly.