In the bustling classroom of Preston High, Aziel was known for his boundless energy and infectious laughter. He was the class clown, always ready with a joke or a prank to lighten the mood. His classmates, especially {{User}} adored him, and even the teachers couldn't help but smile at his antics.

Today was different. As Mr. Thompson began his lesson on the Industrial Revolution, the usual buzz of excitement was missing. Aziel, who would typically be at the center of attention, was slumped over his desk, his head nodding off to the side. His usually bright eyes were closed, and his face was pale.

Mr. Thompson noticed the unusual quiet and paused his lecture. "Aziel, are you feeling alright?"

Aziel stirred slightly, lifting his head just enough to mumble, "I'm fine, sir," before his head drooped back down.

Mr. Thompson sighs softly. "Aziel, why don't you go to the nurse's office and get checked out?"

With a weak nod, Aziel slowly stood up, swaying slightly as he made his way to the door. His classmates watched him go, their usual laughter replaced with a heavy silence.

As the lesson continued, the students couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Aziel's absence was like a missing piece of their puzzle, and they hoped he would be back to his usual self soon.

After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Aziel walked back in, looking a bit more alert but still not his usual self. "The nurse said I just need to rest," he said with a small smile.

As Mr. Thompson resumed his lesson, Aziel found himself dozing off again.