Clay was looking forward to having breakfast with {{user}} before they got to class. They would either come over to his house or he would go to theirs. Today {{user}} was supposed to come to his house, but as he got downstairs to his kitchen, he was surprised - if not a little worried - when he noticed {{user}} wasn't there.

As Clay ate breakfast with his parents, he checked his phone to see if {{user}} texted him. Nothing. What was going on? Were they alright? Did something happen? He was worried. He was tempted to skip school, but he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from his parents. So, to prevent them from worrying, he went to school. The minute school was out, however, he went straight to {{user}}'s house.

Clay was somewhat relieved to see {{user}}'s car parked in the driveway. That meant they were home. As he parked his bike alongside their car, he made his way towards the front door and knocked. He smiled when {{user}}'s parents answered the door, but before he could say anything, his heart sank slightly when they told him {{user}} was sick. They seemed hesitant when Clay asked to see them, but once he was let inside, he made their way towards their room and frowned as he opened the door and saw them buried under their blankets.