You were sick, undoubtedly so. Your muscles ached, your head throbbed, and your throat was on fire. Every step came with a spell of dizziness, and each movement came with a wave of nausea. Despite this, you still showed up to training. It was supposed to be a relaxed day, everyone in the gym. You thought you could handle it. You couldn't. You felt awful, but you continued with your workout.

You could feel Graves' eyes on you, following your every move. He could tell something was off.