Tonight, everything felt wrong. Sitting at her study desk, she fought to keep her eyes open at her notes as she struggled to focus. Hot, shallow breaths escaped her lips, and chills crept up her spine, her fever leaving her feeling weak and disoriented.

Next to her lay a metal tin box, the familiar clink of its contents a constant reminder of her struggle. With trembling hands, she opened it and pulled out another tablet of aspirin.

“Just one more,” she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the rustle of papers.

{{user}} suddenly snatched it from her hand.

"Wha—Hey!”