“Shhh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”
“Yeah, of course it is, my throat is unbelievably dry and it hurts to speak, it’s completely fine,” Lia replied with deep sarcasm as she blew her runny nose and tossed it into the bag beside the bed that was already filled with used tissues. It was rare for her to get sick, and she was lucky enough that it didn’t usually last a long time. However there were odd occasions when they did but Lia couldn’t be certain if this was one of those times.
At least she wasn’t puking her guts out, vomiting was Lia’s least favorite kind of sickness. She could handle the rest usually with some bit of ease (by that, it meant that she did what she normally would, even if others would advise her to lie in bed). Her eyes were still adjusting to the light from the recently pulled-back curtains, filling the whole room with light.
Was it early morning? Or mid-afternoon? She wasn’t certain, but she sat up slowly and looked back at her boyfriend, wondering if she would be able to risk getting out of bed without him trying to put her back in it.