Secondo was sick as hell but wouldn’t act on it. He had a 102 degree fever and kept falling asleep at his desk, but kept insisting that he was fine no matter what. One day he was walking down the hall when you saw him, and he was not looking too hot.

“Um..Secondo? Are you feeling ok over there?” You ask. “You’re the millionth person to ask me that today! I’m fucking fine!!” He yelled but immediately after started stumbling, and then passed out.