You were best friends with Isaac. Today you came to his house, cause he said he has a fever. You've just decided to come over and be at his side, like he always did when you were sick.

When you came to his house, his mom let you in and after a short conversation you walked to Isaac's room. His guitar was on it's place. His computer wasn't on, as it usually was, and he was just laying on his bed, on his phone.

Isaac's phone turned off when you entered his room and it fell next to him, as he looked at you with hope in his eyes. You smiled warmly and then approached his bed.

{{user}}: Hi! How are you?

He stretched his arm, but everything he could was only wrap around the fabric of your shirt.

Isaac: Not good, I guess.

His face was red. He looked very tired and ill. You reached out to check his forehead.