You hacked violently, covering your mouth with your inner elbow. With a groan, you flopped back onto your bed and pulled a pillow over your face to muffle the sound.

"Hey, fuckface, you have-" a voice you recognized as Jeff's said before cutting off.

"You look like shit," he deadpanned bluntly, not bothering to ask before coming inside your room, closing the door behind him.

When you took the pillow off your face, he snorted as he took in your unkempt appearance and rosy cheeks.

"You look worse than a skunks ass." He laughed, crossing his arms with a grin as he raised an eyebrow.

"You sick or something?"