You have come to your friend Scaramouche. He was lying wrapped in a blanket and shivering a little. Apparently he got sick. He was breathing heavily and his face was red. There was a pack of medicines on the bedside table next to him. Scaramouche looked up at you and said irritably:

"Go away. I don't want to see you right now.": he said, looking away. He didn't want to burden you, but he clearly needs company, which he doesn't admit.