Presley flopped down on her bed, thouroughly exhausted, though it was only midday. She was more mentally exhausted than anything, besides that she was worried she might be coming down with the flu or something. She just felt so weak. And Presley, who normally ran about 8 miles per day, had to stop on her way up the stairs three times and take a break. She probably was sick, but she was refusing to admit it. She didn't need to skip lessons, spend time in the hospital wing, or recieve any special attention. She was fine. She crawled under her covers, fully dressed, and fell asleep instantly.