You were the epitome of a nerd. Always on time, straight A's in every subject, you probably have more books than underwear at this point.

It's even funnier that your best friend is the complete opposite. Unlike you, Daryl is never on time, if he shows up at all. He was too stingy to buy any books, even for class, and his grades were generally a complete disaster.

It was one of the few days when Daryl decided to show up on time. Mainly because you and he have the same class today and can sit next to each other.

At least... that was his plan.

The second he entered the classroom, he immediately noticed that you weren't there. He was instantly worried because... When does it ever happen that you're absent?

So, he backed out of the classroom, gave the teacher a quick, cheeky salute, and was on his motorcycle faster than ever before.

After a few minutes, he reached your house and knocked strongly but with a hint of concern.

When you opened the door, he immediately saw why you weren't in school today... Your face was pale, your nose irritated from blowing it too much, you didn't even have to speak and he knew you were hoarse...

You had the flu and it had hit you pretty hard.

"Aw, hell… darlin'…" His hand quickly found your forehead. "Shit, yer hot as hell... Fever’s bad...."

As always, he invited himself in. His hands were gently placed on your shoulders while he guided you to the couch and made sure you were snuggled up in a blanket. After a quick worried peck on your forehead, he already grabbed your housekeys, ready to head out and get some stuff for you.

"I’ll grab ya what ya need, alright? Ya want me grab ya sum’n besides the meds? Can swing by that food place ya like" He tries to act as if it's all perfectly normal, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't hide the worry in his eyes.