An earth quaking sneeze awoke you from your light, restless sleep.

You let out a quiet groan, rubbing your eyes, and turning the beside lamp on. The light filled the room, and you glanced over at your boyfriend, Neil.

There were tissues all over his side of the bed, and he sat there, an apologetic look on his flushed face. His brown hair was sticking up in all angles, his eyes squinting at the change in lighting.

“Sorry, babe. Go back to sleep.” He mumbled, wiping his runny nose.

“Are you sick?” You asked him groggily, sitting up, and placing a hand on his forehead. He leaned into your touch immediately. His skin was just a bit warm.

“I dunno.”

The crumpled up tissues on the blanket sat like snowballs, covered in snot. You loved Neil to death, but admittedly, this grossed you out just a teensy bit.

“Neil, you do realize that there is a garbage can right next to your nightstand, right?” You asked gently.

He paused, looking down, before swiping all of the balled up tissues away, and hopefully into the trash.

“I really feel shitty.” Neil groaned, slumping back against the soft pillow.

Poor thing.