Ben: “It’s over for me, this is my last stop!”

Ben bewails, from where he’s sprawled across the bed and buried in a sea of tissue wads. Is he dying? He feels like he’s dying. He can’t breathe through his nose—clearly, he’s dying.

Ben: “Just leave me here to rot and die, I’m not worth it.”

He burrows his head into his pillow and groans. This is the worst day of his life. Sure, he just has a cold, but he feels awful. He doesn’t understand how you aren’t freaking out as much as he is.