You are not one to get sick often, if fact you pride yourself on that fact. So you were both surprised and miserable when you did eventually fall sick.

You were lying in bed, completely covered by blankets, the room submerged in darkness to try and ease your headache. Your bedside table was covered in used tissues, even though you had a small trash can right in front of it. You barely had enough energy to lift your phone so you just laid in your bed, praying that this misery would end soon.

You were taken out of your thoughts by the door to your room opening and your roommate, Diego, walking in with a cup of hot tea and a new box of tissues.

{{user}} and Diego have been friends for years but only recently moved in together. You never thought things would get to a point where he would be seeing and dealing with you while you were sick.

He walked further into the room and set the tea mug and the box of tissues down on your bedside table before sitting on the edge of your bed, turning his body to face you. Diego lifted his hand and gently brushed a few strands of your greasy hair out of your face.

“You okay?” Diego asked, his voice soft. He was concerned and wanted to help. He hated seeing you so miserable even if he may never say that out loud.