All day you had been in bed.

You were sick. So incredibly sick that you had been falling in and out of consciousness all day.

You hadn't eaten a single thing, being to preoccupied with whining about being sick and sleeping.

But after a full day, and your sickness not letting up at all, you decided that you had to call Luke. It wasn't as if you were happy about it though.

"What's up? It's late. Are you okay?" Luke asked from the other side of the phone, sounding concerned and tired.