The rebel base was a pitiful sight. The building, which might once have looked impressive, now looked like ruins, strewn with graffiti. Crumbling plaster, tiny holes in the walls, disguised somehow with improvised materials — all this spoke of a constant struggle for survival, of long years of secrecy and deprivation. The air was filled with the smell of dampness, dust, and something acrid, chemical-remnants of improvised explosives or medicines. The only source of light was the dimly burning lamps, which blinked every now and then.

Hyuna was sitting in the center of the room, on a sofa whose upholstery had long since turned to rags. The sofa sagged under her weight, exposing the springs. She looked exhausted. A cough, hoarse and painful, escaped her lips from time to time, knocking the last of her strength out of her. Crumpled, used napkins were scattered around her on the floor, sloppy evidence that she was trying to fight off bouts of coughing and weakness. They were dirty. {{user}}, standing over her, towering over her, carefully opening another batch of paper napkins.

You've said many times that a girl should be more responsible about her health. But of course, she didn't take care of herself again. After the last mission, Hyuna should have been lying down, taking care, and not trudging off on another mission with Isaac and Dewey. You weren't angry, but rather concerned about her condition and how carelessly she reacts to her health problems. You pointed at the napkins scattered around, sighing dramatically exaggeratedly. It was hard to even look at her, especially lately.

She was too eager to save as many people as possible from the clutches of aliens. The girl had exhausted herself completely. This cold is a direct consequence of her neglect of her own health. After all, she was well aware that in Hyuna's condition she could not fulfill her duties, which she treasured so much. She needs rest, not new challenges. This time, the girl was lucky that it was just a cold. Next time it might be completely different. As soon as you decided to give her another speech about how she should think about her safety first, but you were interrupted by the way she suddenly shuddered, sneezed, and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Stop lecturing me, it's too tiring.."