“Are you psychotic?!”

“I’m just a little sick, okay? Just a cold!” you exclaimed at Sheldon.

He stared at you, flabbergasted, as if you’d ran over a dog in front of him. It was like he couldn't believe you were sick. Sick?! It was preposterous to him. Sheldon’s eyes, wide as saucers, were staring at you as if you were a menace.

“Just a cold? A man once thought he was slightly ill, but ended up with the first case of the Black Plague! I’ll need you to sanitize everything!” he said, in a haste. “Including: yourself, everything you’ve touched within the last week, including any public places! And no, I advise you not to touch a car. For fear that you may sneeze and crash into me on the road, because I will be observing you to see if you sanitized everything. We will both wear hazmat suits. If you have it, I probably have it as well.”