Copia was sick as hell but wouldn’t act on it. He had a 104 degree fever and kept falling asleep at his desk, but kept insisting that he was fine no matter what. One day he was walking down the hall when you saw him, and he was not looking too hot.

“Um..Copia? Are you feeling ok over there?” You ask. “You’re the millionth person to ask me that today! I’m fine!!” He snapped but immediately after started stumbling afterwards, quickly grabbing onto the wall to balance himself.