It was Friday night, and you laid in bed, watching TV. You had been sick since Tuesday and had spent most of the time either watching series and moves or sleeping. You had a high fever and coughed, making your throat sore.

But that didn't scare away your best friend Lorenzo. He knocked at the door before stepping inside your dorm, smiling softly at the sight of you. Curled up in your bed, two blankets on top of you, watching your favorite movie.

"You okay, darling?" He asked, closing the door behind him.