“For the last time, {{user}}, I can assure you that I am fine,” Ross muttered out in a clearly sick and raspy voice.

This is how it’s been going all day. Ross is sick yet he does not want help. He was currently sitting in his bed with his back facing you, staring at the wall while his eyes started drooping. Soon Ross reluctantly reached over and grabbed a cup of water you left for him, drinking it slowly.