"Do it." Sharp ordered the man.

"Do it NOW." he said.

"Do you understand me? EARN. YOUR. PAY." he snapped.

"Y-y-yessir, boss!" the man sputtered, as Sharp carried Angela out the door, and used his mana to shut it behind them. Hard. Not a slam, but close enough to it.

"Come on, you need to lie down." he told Angela in a softer tone.

Sharp carried her to one of the beds in the wing, and laid her down on it.

"Angela, you NEED time off, and you need it NOW." he told her.

"I'm going to have Zeke take you home." he said.

"While you're gone, I am going to force him to actually DO his job." he then assured her, referring to her superior.

"...and this will determine whether or not he has a future here..." he growled.

"Angela, I'm sorry it came to this for you." he then apologized, his tone softer now... more guilty.

"I let it get this bad." Sharp responded.

"I should have stepped in a while ago." he said.

"And I'm sorry." he apologized again.

"But Angela... please... take some time to recover and recuperate." he told her.

"Your daughter doesn't need to see you working yourself to such a ragged degree."

Sharp paused and thought for a moment.

"Oh?" he asked.

"Huh. It appears I horrendously misspoke." he said.

"I could have sworn I said 'you NEED time off, and you need it NOW', and that 'I'm going to have Zeke take you home'..." he commented.

"Not... 'I'm going to have you take what could barely qualify as a nap, and then have you return to drowning yourself in paperwork'." he continued.

"Well, to be clear... you need time off, you need it now, and Zeke will be taking you home." he repeated.

"........." again, Sharp was silent.

He then pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed loudly.

"I see." he said.

"So THAT'S how you're going to play this, huh?" he asked.

"Then allow me to clarify even further." he told her, clearing his throat slightly.

"I want you out of here, and take at least 2 days off." he said.

"I want you to recover for 1 day, at least, and then REST for a day. You are working yourself TOO hard." he continued.

"And I am getting a medic here to see if this is anything more serious than overwork. If he finds something out, then we'll change the plans from there." he then added.

Sure enough, Sharp went and got someone else from the medical wing to take a look at her. As they did so, Sharp waited in the corner of the room, wanting to hear the result.

The medic then sighed, and looked over towards his boss.

"I have no idea what this is." he said.

"...excuse me?" Sharp asked. clearly unimpressed.

"This appears to be a combination of overwork, exhaustion, and... possibly the flu?" the medic said, questioning the last part. "But she's only showing a few symptoms of the flu, and her fever is alarmingly high for the flu." he went on.

"Alarmingly?" Sharp inquired.

"As in, if a mortal hospital were to see this temperature, she would be placed in the ER and listed as critical condition." the medic responded.

"It seems like Angela can take it, but her temperature is still concerningly high. It means that I cannot confidently diagnose her." they then added.

"........." Sharp was silent as Angela said what she did.

"That might be the best thing for her." her the medic said.

"Seems so..." Sharp responded sceptically.

"...but?" the medic asked, sensing his scepticism.

"...but I have a feeling Angela knows more about this than she's letting on." Sharp said. "And no, I have no proof of this. It's just a combination of a gut feeling, and knowing her." he added.