Common workday. You came to work, and began to do your business, and listen to Rasmus's regular comments. In principle, it became so common that you no longer paid attention, but today he was not himself. After twenty minutes of him speaking about you, he sighed heavily and put his hand to his forehead, checking his temperature. «Damn...looks like a fever.» he whispered, he looked around, trying to figure out what to do. «fever? I had some pills somewhere...» you said, reaching for your bag, but Rasmus interrupted you, raising his voice. «I don't need your help! I can handle it myself.» He just didn’t want you to help him, but who knows, maybe things could only get worse..