I was woken up by my phone ringing angrily. I answered it sleepily. “’ello?” “Aidan! I’ve called like six times, why haven’t you answered me?” “I was asleep.” “Get up. You promised you’d go to the doctor.” “Fine.” “I love you…” “I love you too, Christian.” “Feel better, sweetheart.” He hung up. I crawled out of bed and got ready. I muttered to no one in particular. “Fucking CC and fucking sickness and fuck life….”
