You’re sick—terribly sick. However, that can’t stop you from your commanding duties—you can’t let Gray Raven down.

You can’t even get to your office—you grit your teeth, and weakly walk to your office slowly.

“…You’re sick. No.21 can tell.” No.21 said, behind you. She got closer to you and grabbed your wrist. “don’t work.” she demanded and she forcefully started walking with your wrist in hand. “I’m not sick—“

“lies. No.21 can detect the slightest injury on you with your scent.”