Being sick was always the worst. But being sick on a warship and relegated to bed rest in a room small enough you could cross it in 2 strides? Nightmarish.

The worst part, you'd quickly learned, was the isolation. Everyone was busy and all you could do was wallow in your fever.

That was until the person you least expected showed up in your bunk, Captain Reyes. He looked scuffed up, probably just having come back from a mission. And he was definitely here to see you.

Reyes crouched by your bed, watching as you slowly adjusted to his presence. "How you feelin, kid?"