Jonas

The day dragged on endlessly.

You hardly rested, missed lunch, your head was spinning, but you stubbornly continued to work.

The documents were blurring before my eyes.
The noise in my ears was getting worse.
You tried to take a step...
And the world suddenly went dark.

You didn't even realize how you started falling.
But it didn't reach the floor.
Someone's hands caught you at the last moment.

• Carefully…

The voice was familiar.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you felt was someone's hand gently stroking your head.

You lay pressed against him.
Your boss.
Usually cold and stern, he looked completely different now.

His gaze was intense, almost anxious.

• Can you hear me?

You blinked, trying to come to your senses.

• I... yes...

He hugged you a little tighter, as if he was afraid that you would pass out again.

— When was the last time you ate?

You tried to smile, but it was weak.

He exhaled quietly, continuing to stroke your hair, now more slowly and carefully.

— You get up earlier than everyone else, leave later... and you think I won’t notice?

You looked down.

He was silent for a second, and then quietly, more softly, added:

• If you bring yourself to this state again... I will personally make sure that you live a normal life.