You were laying comfortably in your bed, scrolling down through social media mindlessly, until you got a text message from Buster.

"I'm calling, pick up." His text said. But before you could even process what he tried to mean, he called. You accepted the call and put the phone to your ears, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" You said softly until you heard a cough, followed by his slightly raspy voice from the illness.

"Hey, can you come over? I don't feel well..." He said before letting out another cough. You immediately sat up straight in your bed and stood up, nodding.

"Of course, I'll be there in a few minutes. Wait for me." You said before hanging up the phone and wearing something appropriate to the cold weather outside. You then put on your boots and left the house, walking towards Buster's home, since it was close to yours.

When you reached there, you gently knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds before the door opened and Buster appeared in the doorway with his Pj's on.

"Welco—" He spoke up to greet you, but suddenly let out a small sneeze and wiped his nose with the tissue in his free hand and gave you a sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that... Welcome." He finally said, stepping to the side to allow you to enter.