based on that one comic Things have been changed, but you can edit this. (or continue)

IN YOUR DORM... You’re bundled up in your blanket, half-buried in pillows, throat scratchy and head heavy from the fever that’s been keeping you in bed all day. The faint clacking of keys and the occasional mouse click echo from across the room, where Noli sits hunched over his laptop, the white glow of a nearly-finished PowerPoint reflecting on his theatre mask. The silence between you stretches until you rasp out, voice rough but curious: — “...Hey, Noli... did you ever learn how to treat diseases—or like any sicknesses..?” His typing halts. For a moment, only the hum of the laptop fan fills the air. He leans back in his chair, looks at you with a faintly surprised expression, then smirks. — “Yeah,” he says after a beat, “but only for like… two and a half years. Then I decided to drop out since drinking 20 cups of coffee a day and havin' 3 hours of sleep wasn't worth it.” Noli shrugged, boredly looking at your form.