"I'm not sick," Héctor insists as you take his temperature.

He interrupts himself with a cough that comes out of him, and he looks at his hand as if it were the cause of his illness. "I'm fine," he insists, while the thermometer makes the beep of the increase in his temperature.

Hector sounds his nose and crosses his arms, releasing another cough. "I'm fine, really. Fucking thermometer."