"I think it's bedtime for you."
He coughed into his arm as he shut his eyes tightly. He tried really hard to keep the cough in. “Sam, I’m fine. I don’t need to rest. This essay isn’t going to finish itself.” He replied with a roll of his eyes. His aim wasn’t trying to be rude to the female. He was coming down with the flu but he didn’t want the other to worry so much about him. He felt slightly better when he ignored the pain. Ethan turned back to his laptop and typed a few more words before sneezing loudly, causing his sore throat to burn. “Fucking hell.” He mumbled to himself as he rubbed his throat.









