Between you and your roommate, Mikey, you were definitely more stubborn. Your stubbornness is the reason you got sick anyway — what idiot stays outside in the rain ‘just because’? You apparently.

Mikey sighs quietly in mild annoyance as he gently presses the back of his hand to your forehead. The morning sun didn’t help your migraine, this fever was going to kill you before anything else can.

“You’re burning up. I’ll prepare a bath for you, stay here.” He huffed, standing up to leave.