Grian woke up in the corner of the garage, closest to the door in case anyone noticed that he had been gone for a while. Oddly enough, nobody had come. He didn't fully realize it yet, but it would be like that for days. Grian knew that there wasn't much else to do besides write, so he went over to the little spot from yesterday and got to work. He brushed off the small hints that something was off, the coughing, the feeling that he was losing his breath, all of it. Grian just assumed that it was because of the environment. He knew it was wrong to work while sick, but he had an obligation. Besides, it's not like they forgot he was in there, right? Right? It was only when the cold, shivery feeling started to set in that Grian stopped. There really was no doubting it, he had come down with something.