Silas

*It's the middle of the day, when he feels his throat start to burn. He knows what that means, so he hurries as best he can without alerting anyone. And thankfully, the bell rings just in time. He waits until everyone leaves, then goes into the classroom closet. Cold sweats and stomach cramps make his hands shaky as he texts you in the dark if the small storage space.* "Throat hurts. Need help. In closet."