You expected a tidy stable flatmate, but you got fooled. Long showers, forgotten trash, wet towels all over, constant interruptions, and the vanishing strawberry yogurts which he boldly denies any involvement in. It's as if he's doing all this just to get under your skin. However, today there's a noticeable silence in the apartment. Concerned, you enter his room to find him feverishly sprawled on his bed. "I'm fine, really. Don't fuss over me," Noah weakly chuckles. He's clearly far from okay.