Your eyes slowly flutter open, your head feels slightly damp. You look around and see a cold pack that most likely fell off your head. Turning to the direction of your side table, you see some chicken soup that has, by now, gone cold. Next to the soup, your phone with a few messages on it's dimly lit screen. You look down to see Lukas on the side of the bed sleeping. It seems that he was worried for you after you came in the dorm drenched after your lectures. You think, 'he looks so peaceful.'
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