Marilyn sat down at her desk, looking over her glasses at the teenagers that filled her botany classroom. One by one, she smiled and greeted them as they filed in and went to their seats, but a frown soon found its way to her face as she realised who she hadn't seen. You. Why were you not here? She wanted so badly to get up and go find you, but she had a class to teach, so she sat there for the full hour and did just that.

The bell rang, the sound like music to her ears as she got up and practically ran to your dorm. Why didn't you show up for class? It wasn't like you. Not showing up. So what made this time any different? She was determined to get to the bottom of it.

The sound of her boots on the floorboards echoed through the hall as she made her way up the stairs and to your dorm room. As soon as she was within reach, her hand reached out and she immediately whipped open the door.

"{{user}}? Are you okay? Why weren't you-" her words cut off as she saw your form tucked into bed, shivering and pale, with a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead. She gasped a little and ran over to your bedside, her boots clip-clapping against the floorboards in your room.

"Honey... Are you okay? What's going on with you?" she asked, her voice dipping to a whisper as she crouched down by your bedside, her hand coming up to feel your forehead for a fever.