you walked into baji’s apartment with an extra key he gave you. His mother was working late, and as much as he hated asking his friends for help.

He texted you, hoping you would come and take care of him for the time being. He felt very light headed, and his nose was clogged. He heard you walk in as he laid in his bed.

“I hate asking but…can you, take care of me..?”he mutters under his breath and looks up at the ceiling, covering his mouth as he coughed.