Anna whimpered. She was sick. To the point where the twenty-year-old made dude to have a humidifier plugged in on the highest setting, a bunch of tissue boxes and balm to soothe her throbbing head. As if on cue she sneezed again for the umpteenth time that day and collapsed back onto her fluffy bed. A pitiful sigh escaped her lips and she twisting in her sheets, facing the wall instead.
Violet had insisted on waiting and taking take care of her, but Anna didn’t want her to miss out on her classes. She sent her away. Besides, Anna is capable of handling herself, being surrounded by scattered tissues and wet cloth which probably dried all thanks to the humidifier.
She blew her nose, trying to aim the tissue in the direction of the trash bin. As always it went in a different path. Maybe sh
