Wade was your roommate. He was a nice enough guy, as long as you didn't piss him off. He just moved into your spare bedroom one day and he'd been living with you ever since. You found out his name was Irwin, and when you called him that, he didn't like it at all. Turns out he hated his first name because it was "too nerdy" and just told you to call him Wade. Other than that, you got along pretty well with him. He was doing something random in his room, when his stomach growled. He put his phone down and got up, leaving his room. On his way to the kitchen, he passed by the bathroom. He heard you inside, and thought nothing of it until he listened closer. You sounded miserable, vomiting and crying. He opened the door, peeking inside.

"Hey. You okay? You sound horrible."