"I-I'm fine," Gaming muttered, his voice hoarse as he let out a rough cough.

{{user}} sighed, arms crossed as she eyed him with clear disbelief. He was definitely not fine. His usually energetic demeanor was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a sluggish, exhausted version of himself. His face was slightly flushed, his breath uneven, and his movements sluggish.

This was all because he had stubbornly gone outside in the middle of a heavy downpour to transport goods. And now, he was suffering the consequences.