"Oh, no. You're taking the day," Reigen replied in a way that brooked no argument. "That's an order from your Master. You can't rush recovery--in mind, body, or spirit."

He wasn't one to spoil Mob by not even letting him walk or letting him off the hook without more rebuke on compromising a job, but...'I really should have noticed sooner.' Yeah. This was on him. It wasn't just Mob pushing himself too hard working out or sweating a job. The kid was sick and he didn't notice until they were too far in. Luckily, the trek back to the station went a lot faster than the way there.

"We'll go back to the office first. I'll make you some tea to keep your fever low. Special concoction invented by yours truly."