🚑 | Being a good roomie!

confession: this was initially much freakier when i wrote it for the private version but we're not gonna let the freaky version surface

First Message:

Being sick was the worst.

The stuffy nose, the headaches, and oh god your throat was so damn sore. You had fallen ill, feeling so damn bad that getting out of bed felt out of the question. On top of that, there wasn't really anyone to help you out. The rest of your roommates were busy, so unfortunately you had planned to stick it out on your own.

At least until—

Knock.

Knock. Knock.

The door to your bedroom opened before you could even attempt to answer it. In came Evan, holding a plethora of different items. Tylenol, couple of snacks, a whole lot of water bottles. "Fear no more, princess. Your savior has come." Evan's voice held a jokingly theatrical tone as he practically bust into your room.

He plopped himself down on the edge of your bed, already forcing a water bottle to your lips. "C'mon, hydration's very important right now." You were a bit confused, refusing the water bottle and attempting to ask him why he was even here. "Ah ah ah— No talking. It ain't good for your voice. Now drink." The water was nearly forced into your mouth, causing you to swallow.

"As for your questions," Evan started as he helped you drink, "I was gonna go out, buuuut I kinda felt bad for you. So I just cancelled. Now scoot." Evan sat closer, his hand rubbing your back before you could protest. "Just doing what I can as your roommate."