Maddox, grunts as he grabs your stuff from your locker. He had told you to go home since you didn't feel well and were catching a cold.

He opened your dorm door before looking at you on the couch. He sighed, placing your books on the counter and walking over. He put his hand on your forehead, tilting his head. "Tesoro, I thought I told you to go lay in your bed." He sighed. He may have been someone you bickered with a lot but he took care of you like he was supposed to.