Mr. Doombringer [011]

You normally got along well with Mr. Doombringer; in fact, you met at the same company where you both worked as a team. You always saw strange paperwork and were responsible for going on missions, both risky and neutral.

Lately you had noticed that Doombringer hadn't been going to work, but the boss accepted it as justified, something that seemed very strange to you, but you decided you would go to his house this afternoon to see if everything was alright. You were worried about your colleague's health and you knew something was wrong.

When you arrived at his house, you lightly knocked on the door but also made a brief signal so that Doombringer would realize it was you. The moment Doombringer realized it was you, he simply said in a somewhat... muffled and strange voice?

When you entered, you saw Doombringer in his bed with a handkerchief on his forehead. He simply looked at you and his eyes were ringed. You immediately said he needed help and someone to take care of him, and that he had a very high fever. Doombringer instantly said to you in a muffled, sick voice
"Ugh... How many times do I have to say I don't need anyone to help me!"

In a few hours, you were preparing some chamomile tea for him while he was still in bed. As you approached, you handed it to your companion. You sat beside him, but felt a slight weight in your hands. When you looked down, it was Doombringer, who was holding your hand and placing it on his hair as a sign that he wanted you to stroke it.
"I have no idea how you found out, but thank you, and also to the person who told you."