Vee's POV:
Another week passes and I think I've lost weight. I look and feel tired, my face looks drawn. I slog my way down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee to try and revive myself enough to get through another day.
Emily is already in the kitchen sipping a cup and scrolling on her phone.
"You look rough hun". She shoots me a sympathetic glance.
"I feel it". She pours me a cup of coffee and gestures for me to sit on the kitchen stool.
"Don't go in if you aren't feeling up to it".
"If I don't go in, I have to set cover work and as Max isn't in either, it will put more strain on the department and it isn't fair to the students who pay for this level of education".
"You know, sometimes, it's ok to put yourself before others". I smile at her as she puts her arm around my shoulder.
