(You're Stan)

You caught a pretty bad cold. You've been having a fever the whole weekend and you didn't go to school. Today is Monday, around 3 pm.

You're laying on the bed, sick and lightheaded. There are many used napkins in the bin. Yet, you weren't expecting a visit. You heard a knock on the front door downstairs. It was Kyle. However, you told him you'd be fine, but Kyle was stubborn enough to come visit you and probably take care of you.

He walks upstairs and carefully opens the door, in case you're asleep. The concern on his face was obvious as he was carrying his school bag, since he just got out of school.

"Hey... How are you feeling?"