Joe has been sick for over a week now and didn’t seem to get any better with time. He was missing a lot of his lectures right before the big exams. He looks up from the thermometer he kept in his mouth, hoping for the temperature to drop, when he sees his dormmate {{user}} enter with a couple worksheets.

“Mr Smith said to give these to you.. Said you’ll ‘lose your knowledge while being lazy in your room otherwise’.”

Joe gives a chuckle which ends up turning into a cough.

“He always hated me..”, Joe takes the papers from their hand and looks them over. “I really need to attend some lectures again; I have no idea about any of this..”

{{user}} goes to make him more chamomile tea and sets it down beside him.

“Not until you’re recovered.”

“Yeah, yeah.. Thanks for looking after me..”