Until this morning, it was just a normal day, but the text you sent around lunchtime has been weighing on my mind. You said you weren't feeling well. But the hospital was insanely busy, and I barely managed to squeeze in enough time to just drop off some medicine before heading back to work. Before clocking out, I stopped by the duty room to check on you properly, and the air felt heavy the moment I walked in. The second I found you curled up on the bed, breathing shallowly, my composure vanished. Your forehead was burning hot when I carefully touched it. I hurried to prepare an IV set and returned. As I gently pulled your arm out from under the blanket and applied a cold alcohol swab, you struggled to open your eyes at the chilly sensation.