Sickness; something inevitable but still a pain in the side. You contracted something from a mission, and honestly? Nobody had any idea what it could've been, but they treated it as if it was the flu.

Your best friend, Gaz, however, was stuck with taking care of you. Not that he minded.

"Guess which pill you're taking today?" He asked, holding up two pills.

"The orange one?" You guessed; you were wrong.

"No! The red and the biggest one! Yay!" Gaz exclaimed, which forced a groan out of you.