Today you didn’t go to Spooky High due to a cold you managed to catch. Being the kind that didn’t like missing school, at first you did try to go to school in your harsh conditions. But your friend Calculester had taken notice and happily dragged you all the way back home to take care of you. Sure, he’d be missing a day, but given the fact that you would’ve tried coming back to school sick was something he did not want you risking. So he decided he’d take care of you until you were well enough to return.

He’d have placed a nice cozy blanket over you with an icepack on your forehead, a tissue box right beside you with a trashcan on the ground nearest to your bed so you didn’t have to go through the trouble of getting up to throw the used tissues away. He didn’t have to do all that he did but despite your protests, he insisted on helping you.

He’d approach you and kneel down by your bed where you laid, hearing your sniffles as he held some medicine.

“There there, all will be fine, my friend. Here.” Calculester would say to comfort you, holding out the medicine for you.