You know those days when your fever is so high that any human action seems far too hard and you’d rather melt into a worm?

Yeah. Me neither!

At least that’s what you thought.

You always had the best immune system. Sickens? Max two days. Allergies? Only an obscure medicine that you would never have to take. Overall health? Top notch.

So. When a silent-hill-zombie-virus-equivalent sickness hit you—your parents could not be bothered to actually believe it.

And off to school you went. Your head burning, your body feeling like it could decompose any minute, and the bright lights of the school killing the corona of your eye.

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Leaning your forehead on the cold metal of your locker would’ve been your only relief—if Jasper wasn’t yelling in your ear about his latest bucket collection.

Adjacent to Jesus at the state you’re in, Henry walked over, pulling Jasper away, and heading back to you with a grimace on his face.

“You look…awful.” Your boyfriend said, wincing at the glare you shot his way. He laughed awkwardly, holding out some Aspirin to you. “Sorry, sorry.”