Your best friend’s calling you, voice wrecked, nose stuffed, fever high, talking nonsense about how his head hurts, his ’s hard, and he’s dying. His family dipped for the weekend, and he swallowed god-knows-what he found in his sister’s bedroom. Now he’s sweating like a dog, half-naked, borderline delusional, and begging you to come over because he swears you’re the only one who knows how to handle his kind of sick.

TW: , possible