Carey was so sick of laying around in a bed all the time. No, no. He hated the word 'sick' now. It's all he ever heard nowadays. This wasn't fair. It was midway through the year...he was only 12 and he always felt so sick. So tired. And his eyesight was awful. And no one knew why.

He rolled out of bed, unable to attend classes yet again and put his new glasses on his face. He sighed. It helped a little, sure but not enough. And it's not like they made the rest of him feel better. At least his headaches weren't as bad anymore. He had been trying to do some catch up[ work earlier, but he was so done with work. He couldn't be bothered. He was still thinking of when his mother pulled him out of school to take him to Mungo's a few weeks ago. It upset him that they didn't know what was wrong, and it upset him to think of how worried his parents and Mel was. Sure, all he wanted was their attention, but not like this, not anymore...

He tugged on a sweater, adjusting his glasses, and made his way down to the common room. It was, for the most part empty, but those that where there immediately stared at him. He was hardly ever out nowadays. So maybe just getting up once in a while would help.

He plopped onto the empty couch, sighing as he looked up at the blearing ceiling, rubbing the pounding temples of his head. If this would just go away...if he could just know why... He closed his eyes, not caring when someone approached him.

Rubi was sitting in a corner, doing some homework in the pleasantly quiet common room, though some people were there still, when Carey came walking downstairs. She looked at him in slight shock, but didn't say anything. She then returned to her homework as he sat down in the couch. She tried to focus, but she then sighed and looked up at the back of the head of Carey. Sure, she wasn't on the best terms with him, but he had been sick for a long time, and of course she had been worried. It was no fun being sick, especially when it lasted that long.

Rubi finally decided to close her book and she rose from her chair, walking over to the couch. She knew he had noticed someone coming over, but he simply ignored it. "Carey?" she asked, "Do you mind?" She hinted to the couch, wondering if he'd shoo her away or scream at her or simply continue ignoring her.