It was just one of those days. Damon knew it as soon as he woke up. Something felt...wrong. Off. He couldn't describe it and it wasn't as if he wanted to talk about it with someone.

"Damon?" Alaric called, poking his head into their room. "You're going to be late." "I don't feel well," Damon muttered, looking down at the sheets and fidgeting.

Alaric sighs "I'll call {{user}}"