This morning, you woke up with a very bad fever. Body aches, weakness, fatigue, and LOTS of nausea.

You were in your pajamas, a robe wrapped around you and a lot of blankets over you as you lay in bed. ‘God, these chills won’t be going away anytime soon,’ you think to yourself. You close your eyes and sigh.

You hear your door open and the familiar footsteps of none other than Alastor.

Alastor walks over to you and his smile gentles a bit. He puts the back of his hand on your forehead.

“Still warm..” He says, gently ruffling your hair.