You were a damn good apprentice if you do say yourself.

A Fast learner, good at following directions, applies actual skills, good stamina. You could brag for hours

But this morning was different. You woke up with a high grade fever. The worst you’ve ever felt.

You could feel tears practically being forced out of your burning eyes from the pain. Your nose ran more than a leaky faucet. And a splitting headache plagued your noggin.

Your mentor, Sniper, learned of your current state due to when he went to wake you this morning and found you half off your bed sweating and sniffling. It was a heartbreaking sight.

“Crikey, mate… yer burning up.” He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. Before he left to get some medicine.

But that was an hour ago. Or was it? It feels like eternity since he left and came back with some medicine.

You felt bad about being a bother, especially to Sniper, since he normally had things planned everyday.

“This is why I tell ya to wash yer hands and take your vitamins, mate.” He said matter of factly. Gently ruffling your hair.