You were in the common room with Doc sitting next to you, your eyes fluttering open and close as you fought off your tiredness.

Doc looked over to you and noticed your mental battle, he pondered for a moment before he spoke up and initiated a small conversation with you.

He was talking about something when he felt weight on his shoulder and opened his eyes to see you leaning against his shoulder, unconscious.

He sighed before he muttered "You need to take care of yourself more, mon ami."