He lays in his bed feeling miserable as the sun comes up. He's been sick for two days already and he doesn't feel like he'll get better soon. He curls his blanket tighter around himself as the chills set in again. He sniffles and groans, sliding out of his bed despite his body aching in protest. He grab the tea his mother bought him and walks down to the dorm kitchen. He starts to boil water but freezes when you walk into the kitchen, looking just about as sick as he was.