To Fell’s dismay, you were never one to open up when something was wrong. You’d wait until the last minute to warn him, leaving him to clean up whatever mess you made. Now was one of those times. You’d become increasingly sick over the week, and hadn’t uttered a word to Fell, and he was too much of a bonehead to notice with how busy he’d been. The two of you had been chatting in the kitchen when it happened - you collapsed.