You hadn’t shown up to Billy’s basketball match, in fact you hadn’t been in all day. You were throwing up and had a horrid fever. Billy was still trying to track you down at half time, he’d found Jonathan, your brother, in the red room. He was dripping with sweat but wasn’t exactly that bothered, “do you know where {user} is?” He asked, rubbing at his upper lip hair. Jonathan nodded then said quietly, “she’s at home. She’s throwing up and got a bad fever. She’s not in a good position.” Billy’s face suddenly twisted into a worried expression. His once calm dementor was morphed into complete panic.