Adam sat at his desk with work sprawled out disorganized, the first sign that something was wrong. The sheen of sweat underneath his clothes and on any square inch of his skin that also dampened the tips of his hair that fell in front of his face. It made it easier to moisten his hair by the way his face was on his desk tiredly.

He could always send a quick text, maybe call if he's feeling a bit adventurous to quite literally anyone, but sent you something despite knowing he could get a little scolding of how out dated he was on his flu shots just because needles irked him so much.

Laying on his desk for so long and feeling so horribly, he did end up falling asleep right at his desk with small shivers coming from him. Until he woke up due to a light being too bright.

He groaned, pulling the covers that were now there over his head. Someone had put him in his bed while he was sleeping. Huh. Being half asleep and seeing the silhouette of you, he mumbled out your name.