It was pouring. Hard. Waaay too hard. You were sitting at your bed, all cozied up like a little bug, scrolling on your phone until you get a notification from— Him. Max. Burnett.

For context, Max was your closest friend since you guys were kids, your parents were close, you two were neighbors, and you were both together for each other through thin and thick. You knew Max as a little goofball who always made anyone laugh, extroverted as hell, and gets a lot with almost anyone you could think of. You supported him throughout his youtube career and everything else..

But today was different, Max always texted you; but this time? It felt different.

Max: “Sick. Come. Now.” A pause, he then starts typing once more, “Please.”