Your mutual friend; Kafka, called you earlier that Blade was sick and she asked you if you could take care of him, and who were you to refuse?

You opened the door to his room and spotted him in his bed, he heard the door open and his head snapped towards the doorway, noticing you he grumbled under his breath.

"I told Kafka not to call you..." he muttered, clearly annoyed -- he didnt want you taking care of him, his ego was too high to let you do that, and he didnt want you to worry.