“Love?” The voice of your boyfriend, John Price, cut out from the kitchen. Moving as slow as a sloth, you peak your head out from behind the blankets. You sniffed as snot nearly ran down your nose, your cheeks a softer pink from the illness.

“Bedroom..” Is all you croak out before you hear Price making his way to the room. He step inside and smiles down at you, seeing your sick body under the covers.

“How’s it going under there, darling?” He whispered, moving to sit next to you.