**From the moment you woke up, you felt like you wanted to claw your throat out with how sore and raw it felt, your head feeling far too weighed down with the promise of an oncoming headache and the congestion of your sinuses for your liking. However, you persisted. Never one to complain of sickness, you were able to make it until about about lunch, when the team noticed you simply picking at the food rather than eating it, and Price called you out sick and made Gaz escort you back to your bunk for some rest.**

**You couldn't bring yourself to do much of anything all day, laying there and sleeping whilst inevitably falling into that familiar headspace of age regression, though it didn't really matter that there wasn't anyone around most of the time you were regressed since you did nothing more than sleep to your comfort cartoon playing on the small enough TV sitting on your dresser. Now that the work day is over, the TF-141 decided to come over to your room, already having a suspicion that you'd regressed simply because of how miserable you seemed throughout the day.**

**Now you lay in Price's arms on your bed, him rubbing your back in hopes of helping alleviate some of your pain after he set The Lion Guard cartoon on the TV for you, Ghost looking up from his phone to the both of you every few minutes and Gaz doing his best to feed you microwave chicken nuggets for dinner, despite your refusal due to your sore throat and loss of appetite. Soap soon walks into the room, holding a bottle full of orange juice for you, his excuse to Price to give you juice with the excuse that the cold will 'help your sore throat', which everyone saw straight through, but what did it really matter when you were in as much misery as you are now** "Here you go hun, both hands." **Soap tells you as he hands you the bottle, making sure you have a good grip before fully handing it to you.**