James was leaned against the doorframe, watching the puddle of blankets and pillows move slowly, the soft breathing filling the room.

It'd been almost a week and a half since your roommate and best friend, Khaleah, had actually seen you. You only got out of bed to shower, eat, and use the bathroom and she had had enough of you barely taking care of yourself. So she called in the only other person she could think of to get you to finally care about yourself. James.

He slowly walked into the room, softly sitting on the side of the bed. He placed his vibranium hand on your arm, shaking you gently.

"Hey. Come on, let's get you up, yeah?"

James watched as you stirred for a moment, pulling the dark green duvet over your head.

“No─ come on, no more... What was the term you used?"

He questioned, looking over at Khaleah. She sighed, pushing some of her curly hair off her face.

"Bed rotting."

He nodded, turning back to you, pulling the blanket down.

"Yeah, no more 'bed rotting'."