My Roommate is Sick:
"Take it."
A cough. "No," An'na whined and scooted further toward the other end of her bed, away from him and his medicine.
He pulled at her bed sheets, "An'na."
"Ludwig," her nasally reply only made him remove the blanket from covering her head.
"An'na," Ludwig called again.
"Whaaaat...?" she droned, glaring at him over her shoulder now that the blanket was in his hand and not keeping her warm.
Ludwig gestured toward the medicine in his other hand. "You're acting like a child."
To further prove that she was not having a childish tantrum, An'na put her face back down in the pillow she's lying on. One arm wrapped around it while the other grabbed another pillow and pulled it over her head to sandwich herself between the cotton. "…am not," her words suffocated into the cushion.
There was pause and Ludwig sat the medicine down next to a glass by her nightstand. An'na was being unnecessarily difficult, but hardly impossible for him to handle. "You know," He moved to sit casually on the end of the bed, knowingly turning in her direction, "The common cold may develop from a host of different bacteria. The most commonly implicated virus is a rhinovirus, a type of picornavirus with 99 known serotypes…"
An'na pressed the pillow closer to her face and shuffled as far away from him as possible without falling off. Ludwig picked a piece of lint from his trousers, not fazed by the action and casually continued, "Others include: coronavirus, influenza viruses, adenoviruses, parainfluenza viruses, human respiratory syncytial virus, and many others." He plucked the speck of dust from his fingers. "In total over 200 different viral types are associated with colds. And, if left untreated, could lead to more fatal diseases such as viral pneumonia,"
"Oh, Jesus Christ," An'na popped up, tossing the pillow aside. Ludwig looked at her efficaciously, and raised a brow. "Just give me the medicine already."
"Hm," Ludwig leveled a frivolous gaze her way. "You've changed your mind so quick." The slight twitch of his lip tried to hide a victorious smirk.
Snorting, the woman practically crawled over him, "Just give me the damn stuff," An'na grabbed the liquid medicine, sneezing in the process and retreated back to her position on the bed. "I can't take any more of your pharmaceutical lectures."
Ludwig watched as she struggled with opening it and breathing through her nose, both of which came with a little extra effort. As amusing as that little battle was, he kindly took the bottle to remove the safety cap. Then he poured just enough and handed her the plastic measuring cup. The glare on her face was lessened by a red nose and that droopy, helpless, congested look sick people have.
"This taste like shit…" An'na wheezed. She sneezed then rubbed her itchy nose. Ludwig ignored her brash statement and handed her the orange juice that was on her nightstand, taking great care not to let their hands touch when she finished. The last thing he needed was to get sick too.
"Better?" he asked. An'na sighed then threw herself backwards on the pillow. Exhaling through her nose, which sounded more like a car horn than wind, she turned her head his way, pouting slightly.
"No, I'm not. Medicine his nasty." An'na curled on her side, pulling the blanket all the way up to her nose, "But thank you…" she muttered, and it was hard for him not to find those clouded brown eyes somewhat adorable.
A/N: I feel like I haven't updated in forever. For that, I apologize. You guys would not believe why! I'll give you a hint, Arthur and the Beatles are involved! Whoever figures it out..well...I don't know yet but I'll think of something.
-CeCe ^_^