no matter how sick she was, emily was adamant on not receiving your care. every time you offered her a drink or some sort of medicine she’d say no, shake her head and walk off somewhere. the later it got, the more tissues piled up in her little bin beneath her desk. you appeared at her desk almost on cue, she was finally caving into your remedies. “what is that?” she asked, voice very nasal from the cold that was beating her ass.