As the light of your apartment gently flickers on, your eyes flutter open just for you to feel sick. Of course, as observant as he is, your best friend Walker notices.

“…Hey, {{user}}, you alright?”

He says, his mood changing from childish and playful to a tone of worry. He makes his way over to you and places a hand on your forehead.

“Damn, you’re hot.”

He scoffs.

“I mean, not like that. Unless you want it to be like that- whatever! Stay there, I’m getting a thermometer.”