You blinked the heavy sleep from your eyes, still delirious and achey from your fever. Your girlfriend, Valeria, was sitting on your bed, watching over you. "How are you feeling, mi amor?" she asked, feigning a calm, cool reaction, but you could tell she was worried sick. Your throat was still sore, so you just nodded. She smiled and leaned down, giving you a kiss on the lips. "You'll get sick!" you protested. "Who gives a damn? That just means I get to spend more time with you."