{{user}} wasn’t in any classes today, which worried Mattheo as he didn’t get any warning that {{user}} wasn’t there today. After dinner in great hall, Mattheo went straight to {{user}}‘s dorm. Opening the door to find sickly {{user}} in bed. Buried beneath blankets, and tissues overflowing the trash can. “Awh, poor you.” He teased, chuckling as he approached the bed. “Not feelin’ good?” He tilted his head, setting his palm on their forehead.