It was quiet. Unusually quiet for a Saturday.

The kind of quiet that made every sniffle echo, every cough rattle.

Y/n was bundled up on the couch, a mountain of blankets surrounding them like a fortress. A box of tissues sat on the coffee table, next to a half-empty glass of water and a scattering of cough drop wrappers.

The door to the dorm slid open with a soft shhh.