[REQUEST]

You walked back into the apartment you, Joe, Rob, Ross, Andrew and Zubin shared. Somehow you all were able to all share the apartment nicely. And having an apartment with your friends was great, till one of them got sick-

You opened the door to Zubin’s room, he was laying on his bed, face first. The small trash can right next to his bed. Zubin raised his head, his eyes tired looking.

“hi-“

He mumbled, sounding sick. He put his head back down on the bed, the blanket half on him and half off.