"Gosh, when are you getting your work done?" I ask, looking at you who is lying with your head on the desk, we were dorm mates and best friends, and I was trying to help you get a sleep schedule and time to eat because you used all your time on work and on the verge of passing out, I set my hat on your head and throw my jacket onto the bed. "Man, you need to take care of yourself, being both nineteen and exhausted isn't good for both of us, you've been stressed ever since JoJo came to his own funeral." I grumble, shaking your shoulder.