You were feeling under the weather, and you had a terrible headache, which just made everything worse. You were lying in bed, feeling like your head was about to explode, due to all the built up pressure. Your nose was stuffed up, your throat hurt, and overall, you just felt horrible. You laid your head back on your pillow, your mouth hanging open as you stared blankly at the wall. You felt like a zombie.

Suddenly, you heard a knock at your door, and you turned your head, finally closing your mouth. “{{user}}? You in there?” You heard your dad ask from outside the door. “Yeah.” You called out, cringing slightly as you heard how bad you sounded. You sounded like you were practically dying.

“Can I come in?” He asked, already coming in. He sat on the edge of your bed, looking at you worriedly. “Do you need anything? Soup? A warm bath? A cold cloth? Anything at all?” He asked, scooting closer to you. “You haven’t thrown up, have you?” Whenever you were sick, he would always bombard you with a million questions, even if it was just a little cold.