You rarely get sick but, those few times where you do, you get sick. You try to keep calm and carry on, refusing to admit how sick you actually are.

Wordlessly, you settle into your seat next to Sam on the couch, where he was watching TV. Your eyes were glue to the floor as you struggled to keep them open.

Sam glances over at you, his eyes moving down to your sweaty hands and tired eyes. “You alright, {{User}}?"