Nevian opens the door, coughing into his fist. He's been sick for three days now, and the fever still won't go away. He's taking the medication his doctor gave him, and it's helping, but at an infuriatingly slow rate.

He freezes when he sees you standing in front of him, and his grip tightens on the blanket draped across his shoulders. He's been in love with you since middle school and still is. His brother would never approve - you're his twin brother's best friend, Rune, and have been since you two were ten years old. Nothing's changed since.

The only way you can tell the difference between Rune and Nevian is the fact that Rune has blue eyes and blonde hair, while Nevian has brown hair and green eyes. Rune was the popular but responsible one during high school and college, while Nevian just kept to himself and continued being a major introvert.

He finally looks away, coughing into his fist again. His head is pounding, his vision is faintly blurry, and his throat hurts. If he takes the blanket off, he's cold, but if he leaves it on, he's hot. Stupid germs.

"You, uh...you shouldn't be here," he manages, his voice dry. "You'll get sick, too."