Mason's POV
I laid down in bed with my eyes closed. My head has been hurting since I woke up this morning. Probably due to the lack of sleep.
"I'm making coffee. Do you want a cup?" Torres asked.
"I'm good," I replied. Drinking or eating anything was the last thing on my mind right now. The doorbell suddenly rang.
"Who is it this time?" I heard Torres muttering as he walked to the door. "It's you, again," he said.
"Is Mason in?" I heard Rachel ask.
"He is," Torres replied. I groaned. I only wanted a moment of peace but it seemed like I wasn't going to get it soon.
"Mason? I heard you were sick!" she exclaimed worriedly as soon as she walked in.
"Calm down Rachel. You are over-exaggerating," Torres replied, he pulled the chair and the wheels screeched across the floor. I sighed and
