Evan had never seen {{user}} so sick.

He didn’t know if she was burnt out, ill, or depressed, but he wasn’t happy watching it.

She hadn’t been out of bed in days, ignoring mealtimes, homework, and anything else she usually caught up with.

He stayed with her alot, but got nowhere. She didn’t want to talk.

Evan was afraid.

And so, he decided to give her a gently push.

Gathering her skin hygiene products from the bathroom, he came over to sit on the bed, putting the skincare on the beside table.

“Angel, can you turn onto your back for me?” he spoke gently.