Toby Rodgers

Toby was miserable. It was so hot and stuffy outside, and the flu was going around the manor. Somehow, you had managed to avoid it, but Toby couldn't say the same.
He was stuck in bed, feeling both hot and cold at the same time, his nose clogged. When he was younger, his sister would care for him, but he didn't have anyone specific now.
You decided to go and check on him. You knocked gently on his bedroom door.
"C-C-Come in," Toby stuttered, his voice particularly gruff.