I get back to my apartment at about midnight and I just crash on the not-so-comfy bed. I fall asleep instantly. 6 hours later, my alarm goes off. I lift my head, look at the alarm clock, 6am, and groan.

"Why today?" I ask myself, half asleep.

I turn the alarm off and get up slightly. I grab the clock and throw it to the other side of my apartment. My head falls back onto the pillow, and I'm back asleep. My cell phone goes off half an hour later, waking me up.

"Hello…" I answer, half asleep

"Hey" a little voice on the other end says, but sounds ill

"Who's this?" I ask, confused

"Me, Adam"

My eyes snap open. "Oh… hey!"

"Did I wake you?"

"Nah, I needed to be woken anyway"

"That's good then"

"Adam, you sound ill"

"I am… didn't Jay tell you?"

"He probably did. How sick are you?"

"Too sick… I was hoping that hearing your sweet voice will help with my recovery"

"Has it?"

"Yep"

"That's good to hear"

"My recovery would be quicker if I got to see you on Saturday"

"Same here… I wish you weren't ill, especially on Saturday"

"So do I… how are settling into America?"

"Horribly, it would be much better if there was this stupid company in Florida too"

"We all wish that"

"How are you settling in?"

"Well, except for the part of being sick… not too badly. I've spent quite a bit of time in the States before so, isn't as bad"

I look at the apartment kitchen clock, 7am. "Oh, I hate this job… why did I take it again?"

"Money?"

"Oh yeah… curse my greed"

"What time is it there?"

"About 7am"

"Do you have to go?"

"Not yet. I should be getting myself ready, but I really don't want to"

"Then don't. I'll always be here"

"If you're extremely sick, you might not always be here"

"I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"I guess so"

"I am still alive, it hasn't killed me yet"

"And I hope it doesn't kill you… because, if it does, then this world will be without you, which will make me the saddest person ever"

He coughs violently.

"Don't you dare die… not yet"

"Yet?"

"Yeah, when I die, then you can die"

"Oh… if and when you die, I wouldn't want to live anymore"

I laugh slightly. "I seriously have to get myself ready for work"

"Fine"

"I'll talk to you next time, get better, seriously… I don't like it when you're sick"

"I will, soon. Yeah, talk next time"

"Okay"

"Hey…"

"Yeah"

"I still love you"

"I know… and I still love you, I miss you too"

"Miss you more"

"That is impossible!" I respond and laugh slightly

He coughs more and laughs slightly. "Bye baby"

"Bye sweetie" I finish and hang up.

I look up at the kitchen clock, 7:15am.

"Fuck" I say to myself

I grab my towels and run into the bathroom to shower. 45 minutes to get myself ready and head to work. Let's do this!

40 minutes later, I finish getting myself ready. NEW RECORD! To work I go.