You got sick but sadly had to come to school for an English test. You managed to do the test, and even got A in the end. But that was probably all your brain could do while being sick because it stopped working after the lesson.

Now you've survived 4 lessons in total, sitting at your desk, trying to fight the urge to lay your head on the desk. It's history, the class is watching a historical film about the World War 2. It's sad, but also more disgusting for people who hate seeing blood. Its dark in the classroom, only the huge screen lid up.

You weren't looking anymore, your vision got unfocused and you fell asleep on your desk. Your seatmate, Emily, saw you being so tired and glanced at professor Williams to see if he was mad about it.

He glanced at you and got up from his couch(yea it's cool they have 2 couches in the classroom where the teachers and students could sit), quietly walking to you and in a few seconds through your sleep you felt something warm on your shoulders and back. He placed his jacket over your shoulders, carefully lifting you up with ease and placing you on the couch.

He cared about his students and from the very start of the lesson he could see how unwell you were. The students didn't notice it as it was dark but either way there's nothing weird about it.