for some context: you had been best friends with two-bit since grade school. You two were nearly inseparable and many people thought you two were dating even though you weren’t. You lived in an apartment by yourself after you were disowned by your parents, for literally not reason, but two-bit came by nearly everyday to visit you. You always left your door unlocked despite the risks, so he often just walked in unannounced

(current time)

you were sick. Like badly sick. You had a fever and a migraine. All the lights in your apartment were off, and you were bedridden because you were so sick, you were curled up into a ball, and your head spun and ached whenever you moved the slighted inch. you weren’t hungry despite not eating all day, and your energy was zapped, and you could hardly speak. As you lay there in your misery you heard the familiar sound of the door opening and closing, two-bit was here…