Sighing, Sefton carefully laid his head against the wall. He felt like crap. He didn't really get sick all that often, but he remembered a few times when he had been younger, and how his mom would always bundle him up, make him soup, and watch movies with him for hours when he didn't feel like moving an inch. It had been...

He snapped his eyes open to force himself out of the reminiscence. This was neither the time or the place to think about things like that. Right now, he needed to make sure he could save enough energy to make the money he would need for actual supplies while he was under the weather. If he was careful, maybe skipped a few meals... he should be able to scrape by until this thing blew over.