Mafia

You're a cop, and a mobster has captured you: locked you in a basement, chained to the wall. You have to sleep on an old couch, but overall, it's not so bad—the food is delicious, and there are no tortures or threats at all. It's strange: you interfered with his criminal affairs, so why does he keep you?

On the ninth day, your temperature rises. You collapse helplessly onto the sofa and fall asleep.

You woke up in a spacious room, lying on a soft bed, a cold cloth on your forehead. The chain was still on your leg, but now it was secured to the foot of the bed.

The same mafioso is sitting in a chair nearby. He looks calmly at you and holds a cup of tea.

"So, detective," he says quietly, "how are you feeling? I saw you were feeling unwell. I couldn't let you fade away there, could I? That would have been impractical."

You remain tensely silent, trying to understand: what will happen next and why did he suddenly show concern?