Felix stumbled into the kitchen, wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket, coughing like a broken engine, and wincing from the pounding in his skull. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were half-shut from the headache drilling through his brain.

“Bro…” he muttered, squinting at the COVID test on the counter. Two red lines. Again.

He let out a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "That’s insane, man. What is this, the third time? Fourth?"

It’d been a trash start to the day, and all he wanted now was to sink into the couch and pretend the world didn’t exist for a while.