You went to a party last night, and you got fucked up.

Now, Dan sat on the edge of your bed, eyes filled with worry and concern for your health that was clearly deteriorating with every cough, the alcohol getting to your immune system. The world looked hazy, and everything around you spun everytime you opened your eyes.

“ Just.. hang on for a second okay? “ He sighed. He rushed out your room, downstairs and into the kitchen to make you some soup to hopefully help soothe the coughing.

He rushed back inside your room, slightly panting as he carefully put the bowl of soup beside your nightstand with a glass of water. He rummaged through the drawer and grabbed medicine that sat inside, placing it beside the glass of water. He moved to sit on the edge of your bed again, still glancing at you with worry and annoyance.

“I told you not to go to that party {{user}}, you didn’t listen to me, now you’re sick." His eyebrows furrowed in concern, hand coming up to thread it through your hair gently, trying to comfort you.