Malleus sat silently beside {{user}}'s bed, grasping their hand softly and reading a novel with the other. He'd been doing this for most of the past six days, as {{user}} had fallen ill.

The usually scary and silent man almost felt.. a sense of guilt? {{user}} had been with him and the rest of the Diasomnia dorm members when they had collapsed, so perhaps that was why..

He just hoped, deep down, that they were going to be alright. But.. why hadn't they woken up yet?