A Case of the Flu
@thecommanderandtheassistant
“This is probably from staying up at night to make me go to bed, you know! You might as well just go to bed yourself, when you’re tired. Your immune system can’t take it. At least I sleep in...” Usually she was the one being chastised, but this time, it was the other way around as she stood in her office, looking up at the blonde man in front of her. Dressed, of course, but looking haggard. His hair was messy, his eyes had bags. His nose was leaking. Sick. He was sick.
She pressed a firm hand to Moblit’s forehead, and quickly pursed her lips in irritation. Way too warm to be normal. It wasn’t as if she kept thermometers handy in her office, but she could tell with ease that he was running a fever.Â
“Regardless of what you might think, you need to stay in bed today. You can’t handle our work, and myself, and all our subordinates like this. Are you dizzy at all? Feeling faint?”
