Originally Posted by EastonionNW

As Nate was semi-consciously slipping from his seat, another shout made him flinch again. But this time he didn't hear his name. He still couldn't quite put a finger on whose voice it was, but it certainly served an incredible help to Nate's headache getting worse. "Quiet, please!" he pleaded drowsily, running his hands through his hair. "I feel like crap, and it's getting worse. I need a prefect or someone..." he added hoarsely. As he tried to stand up, Nate's headache only got worse, seeming to split his skull down the middle from the inside. Nate meant to sit back down, but before he could settle himself safely in the seat, his eyes rolled back and he slipped down to the floor in a heap.