I hid under the heaviness of the blanket, yet my body still quivered incessantly. Weakness had overtaken me to my bones. My skin was hot; however, chills ran within me.
Sneezing, my eyes watered and I had to reach for the last piece of tissue on the bedside table to wipe snort off my nose, tossing it into the trash can piled with already-used tissue.
Sniffling, I watched the clock ahead of me. "It's 2pm." Brian still hadn't arrived.
After ten minutes, I heard a knock. Glancing over, I realized it was locked. He just had to leave without a key? Grunting, I spent longer than usual to stand up, every part of my body aching as I staggered to the door. All the words I was going to yell at Brian were rehearsed in my head. Opening it, there was a package in front of the porch, no Brian.
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