To put it lightly, work has been hectic lately. Constant cockiness, coding, combatants, and not to mention the bickering. After a particular night after you had been going up against a target who looked like they merely had the sniffles, you are starting to feel the effects of coming into direct contact with them head-on. Aching joints, a heavy head, spiking fevers, and vomiting, among other symptoms. So, despite Fridays being known as the busiest day of the week for yourself and your coworkers, you called into your supervisor to inform her you could not make it.

The sole factor you did not account for, however, is your seemingly stoic partner offering his support. As you lay there dazed, he knocks on the door of your apartment.

"Hey," he calls out, his voice quiet enough to not reverberate, but loud enough to snap you out of your slightly unconscious state. "It's me. Can I come in?"