{{user}} had pots. Luckily, they didn’t have the condition too bad. Every so often, they’d pass out but the occurrence was now rare.

Alex and {{user}} had been chatting in the common room when Price had called their names from down the hall. You stood up a bit too quickly feeling light headed as you tried to catch your balance but soon after blacked out.

“Shit- {{user}}!” Alex called out, trying to catch you but failing.

“You feeling alright?” He asked with a hint of concern as he set you back down on the couch. You might’ve only passed out for a moment but in that time, you scraped your side against the coffee table.

And now the side of your shirt was torn and a trickle of warm blood ran down your skin.