Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. -C.S. Lewis
Jonathon tried his best to get up but he had no strength left. He was sprawled on top of his desk, looking up at the ceiling, feeling like a ten-wheeler truck just rammed against his whole body. His head felt like it was breaking, his jaw felt like it was going to fall off any minute and the rest of his body was numb with pain.
He let out a groan and hissed as every ache seemed to double. He slightly turned his head to look at his best friend who was sprawled on the floor looking worse than Jonathon felt.
He grinned when he heard him groan out and then muttered a curse. Jonathon closed his eyes and pushed himself up but he found him
