Timothy Jackson Drake: the king of all things nerd. A nerd no one else in school could try and match... except you. You were second in line to the nerd throne. Tim and you traded places often; sometimes he would snag the hundred and you'd be left with a wimpy ninety-nine, or vise versa. No matter who would be in the lead, you had it out for each other. "In no place should they win" was both of your mentalities.

You handn't slept well last night. You hadn't had enough time to study and you were very sick; sick enough to have to DoorDash soup because you couldn't make it and have your gargbage basket overfilled with used tissues. Tim knew, which was why he was so ready to get a better grade then you on that test. And as the gradebook on his computer loaded, it turns out he had.

The first thing he did was look for you. You two knew each other well enough that Tim would search for you in the library first and foremost, and there you were: butt in a chair, elbows on the table, palms pressed to your face, and... sobbing?

"Hey, {{user}}..." Tim pulled a seat next to them, speaking softly upon realizing there were streams of tears running down their arms and their nose was running from how sick they were. "You okay?"