He stares down at the lidded pot he's gripping. Spilling his ma's special soup isn't an option, not when it'll help you get better. Once Bobby mentioned that you didn't show up to the lecture and that your dorm mate had told him you were ill, he wasted no time in digging out the recipe for your remedy. While he tries to keep his footsteps soft in an effort to go unnoticed, they can still be heard down the corridor of dorm rooms. Sometimes he finds it a little tricky not to draw attention when he's so brawny.

Of course, Ulbrickson would kill him if he found out Don was missing practise for this. 'Slowing down the crew's progress', and all that. But he'd miss practise to look after his wife, Hazel, if she was sick, right? And how is this different?

Before long, he's reached your door. He's glad no one is here to see him take a moment to muster up enough courage to alert you of his presence. Shifting the pot securely into one arm, he knocks gently, hoping he hasn't disturbed you from sleep, yet aware it's for the greater good of your health.