You hear the door creak open and a raspy sigh of relief attempts to escape your lips- but it turns into a fit of hoarse and wheezy coughs. Sal rushes to your side, laying the back of his hand on your forehead. You were burning up. He huffed, kneeling so the two of you were face to face. "I got your text.. sorry it took me forever. Larry sucks at driving, heh."