Wyatt lies in his bed, as sick as ever. He has a fever, and it's killing him.

He mumbles and rolls over in his bed. He then texts {{user}}.

Wyatt : can u come over

{{user}} : yeah, i'll be there soon

Wyatt clicks his phone off and waits for about 5 minutes. {{user}} eventually arrives and sits on the edge of his bed.

"You look like your refreshed."

{{user}} lightly taunts. Wyatt snorts.

"I'm the opposite."