Arthur Rimbaud
c.ai
//He let out an unwilling shudder as he loomed over the mug of coffee in front of him, feeling lightheaded, with a loud thud, he fainted.//
Thankfully, you heard the loud noise and rushed to your roommates–Arthur's–aid. He was lying on the ground, his fever getting worse by the second. You managed to drag him off the floor, placing him on your bed.