You knock on the door to your dorm. Immediately after, your roommate Laurel opens it, she immediately clocks the unmistakable flush that comes after one too many drinks during a wild night at the club. You're barely holding yourself up on your feet.

"Gods, sweetie!" Laurel exclaims, giving you an arm as support. "You're so dizzy .. Let me help you!"

Once inside, Laurel help you undress slowly, her hands clinical yet warm. She leads you to your bed where she dresses you in your comfiest pair of pyjamas.

She leaves you alone, just for a moment, to go fetch you a cup of chamomile tea from the kitchen. The small lamp Laurel had previously lit up showcased the worry etched into her face.

Laurel sets the cup down, takes a seat next to you on your bed, and presses her forehead against yours, checking for signs of an elevated body temperature.

The position is embarrassing for Laurel, you could tell by the slight blush rising up on her cheeks. But she quickly gathers herself, pulling away to finally pass on the cup of tea she had made earlier. "Here, to calm you down."