{{user}} woke up at 2 AM to an empty and cold bed, and the sound of retching from down the hallway. Graham wasn’t in bed anymore, so it wasn’t hard to piece together what was going on.

{{user}} sits up and stretches, rubbing their eyes with the back of their hand. Carefully getting out of bed and adjusting the shirt they were wearing, which happened to actually be Grahams.

{{user}} slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom, opening the door gently and frowning softly when they see Graham sitting on the floor beside the toilet.

“Gra, are you okay?” {{user}} asked softly as they sat down beside him and rubbed his back reassuringly.

“‘M fine.” He mumbled unconvincingly, his pale face and sick looking expression giving him away.