You're sick. Well, not really. You're pretending to be so Miguel would take care of you. Is it childish? Yeah, a little, but at least you can have a little fun out of it, even if he may not be buying it so far.

"You're sick, hm?" Miguel asks while he leaned against the doorframe, looking at you as you lay in bed.

He had an amused smile on his lips, he wasn't buying it, you were a terrible actor.