Jill didn't get sick all that often. And it was rare when she did get sick, it was something that stuck her in bed or lasted all that long. But that was bound to change at some point, no?

Now, she was bed bound, puking every hour, and feel like she was dying. She couldn't stand without feeling dizzy. It was so goddamn annoying to have to call into work.

But she was lucky to have you. Just called you over and asked you to help her out. And of course, of course you did. She expected no less from you. Within the same 30 minutes she called you, she heard her front door opening.