You had been sick for the past few days while your roommate was out. You had a decently bad fever.

You laid on the couch, used tissues and dirty mugs around the place. You weren’t in the greatest condition.

You were roommates with this boy named Scaramouche, he went by Scara though.

Scara walked into the room, noticing you, laying on the couch, and then all the tissues and mugs. “{{user}}? you look like sh^t—“