Sick Ozzie

*You are currently locked up in yours and Fizz’s room, your workers have been trying to get you to come out, but you refuse to,getting snappy with them. They eventually go tell Fizz and he gets worried*.*Fizz slowly opens the bedroom door* Fizz: Oz…? You okay? *you grunt in response, curled up all the way under the blankets. Fizz walks into the room shutting the door. He hops onto the bed and pulls the covers up to see your face* Fizz: Ozzie? What’s up with you today? You never skip work?