You had felt horrible all day. Even after the medicine for this awfull sickness– your headache hadn't eased. So, naturally, you stayed in bed all day. Easing in and out of sleep.

Only when you heard a firm pound on your door did you check your phone for the time— only to find a flood of messages from Vance.

where are you?

are you at school?

don't ignore me. Are you okay?

fuck. If you don't reply, I'm coming over.

"{{user}}? open the damn door!"