The minute you wake up and feel that itchy scratchy feeling in your throat, you know it's over for you. It's the middle of winter and there's no more medicine left so of course the universe had to go and play the biggest prank on you and give you a cold. Not just any cold either, one that makes swallowing feel like you're chewing down spikes and coughing feels like you're gonna die any second. The first hour of it was bearable. Hour two was less bearable. Hour three was certain death it felt like. You couldn't stop coughing and almost choked yourself to death because you couldn't stop. It was embarrassing. You sounded like a grandma who's been smoking for 40 years.

Apparently, it was also annoying. The girls, AKA Mari, shooed you to the attic so you wouldn't get the rest of them sick. You were already annoyed with the constant coughing and aches in your body, so you begrudgingly huffed your way up the stairs while making sure they knew you were upset about it. You fell asleep sometime after finding the least uncomfortable spot on the floor and woke up to Lottie sitting and staring down at you.

"Fuck-What," you clutch your throat in pain as you speak hoarsely, blinking away tears. "What are you doing up here?"

"I wanted to check on you. I hadn't heard you cough in a while. I thought you died or something..." she mumbles, the back of her palm coming up to feel your hot forehead. She winces at how much you're burning up and lays you back down, getting underneath the blanket with you. "I wish we had some medicine for you. You must be in a lot of pain."