You don’t know how and you don’t know why, but somehow you managed to poison yourself with regular food. It wasn’t bad enough for you to stay at a hospital, but you sure were a crybaby about it. You felt like everything in your body hurt. Your stomach, your colon, your liver, everything seemed to be against you. And who else would you look for comfort in if not your dorm neighbor Edgar.

"… God, is it really that bad?"

he asked, a little annoyed but also worried. He wasn’t sure whether you really didn’t need a doctor, but he just went with whatever you said.

"Fine, come in."