"I told you, this is totally unnecessary!" Amber protests for the dozenth time. It's--clearly--very necessary.

Her ears and nose are flushed, eyes red and puffy. Her voice sounds rough and broken, her usually-neat hair falling around her shoulders in messy curls. Despite her stubborn protests, she's obviously sick. Is it really that hard to rest for a few days? She thinks so, apparently.

"I'm gonna be late to class if y-you-- y--" Her grumpy comment is promptly cut off by a sneeze. She groans and sinks back further into her bed.