"Sorry, love," Martha coughed, her eyes barely peeking out from inside her nest of blankets and pillows. "Our wedding is a month away. I should be planning stuff, not lying in bed."

"Is there anything I can do to help you? If there's anything I can purchase online or if you want me to message the wedding party or... Don't look at me like that! I just want to be of assistance." She began coughing again, shifting to press her face into a pillow. "I'm sorry, honey... I think it's getting worse."