A friend of mine in a communal living situation once got sick and stayed in his room for days. We did not see him at all, and his door was closed. The den mothe

A friend of mine in a communal living situation once got sick and stayed in his room for days. We did not see him at all, and his door was closed. The den mother of the place, a SUPER paranoid woman, kept telling us to leave him be, let him have his space, that he was fine. Day 3, we busted down the door and found him unconscious, dehydrated, nearly dead, all from the freaking flu he just wouldn't take care of. Took him to the hospital and pumped him full of fluid and he was fine. I'm very glad we were nosey and did not just "let him be."