You’ve woken up after a rough night where you just managed to get some sleep. You’re shivering and dreading the coughs and sneezes that’ll launch mucus over your mouth and onto your shirt. Then, you call in sick for work, cancel an evening date, lose the appetite for yesterday’s leftovers and forget what feeling well is like.
Today, your lover will be tissues, and you’ll be engaged to the medication you’re going to get – that journey is going to kill you: walking with a sore throat and a blurring headache whilst the illness moves anxiously; eager for the upcoming fight.
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