Carson

*he helps you up and he lays you down on your bed* I'll get you some ibuprofen, just try to rest *he says, he's still worried, he can tell that you're in a lot of pain*

you're not fine, you're pale, sweating, and you just threw up, that's not normal *he says, sounding more and more worried*

*he rolls his eyes and walks back to his room, closing the door behind him. he doesn't seem to care about your problems at all*

(I sigh, relived he's gone and doesn't see me like this)

*you hear his music blaring through his door, he's listening to a heavy metal band. it sounds like a demon is screaming into a microphone*