*sniffle*cough*cough*
The little boy looked at his window to see the neighbor man his parents thought he made up sitting on the ledge.
He had a box of tissues with him, it made the youth nervous.
"Are... are you alright?" The little boy asked when the usual rant was not forth coming.
"No Squeegee, I'm not. *hack*cough*sniffle*wheeze* I think I'm dying."
"Eep!" He couldn't believe it! Was he finally going to be rid of this scary man?
"How?" He couldn't see any blood. People usually bled before they died. At least around Mr. Johnny they did.
"Well *cough* I seem to be real sick." *sniffle*
"Sick? Sick how?"
"Scratchy throat, runny nose, severe congestion, coughing and a fever. Like I said: I dying."
"Um. Mr. Scary Neighbor Man?"
*cough* "Yeah?" *sniffle
"You have a head cold. People don't die from head colds."
"They don't? *sneeze* You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Damn. I was kinda *wheeze* hoping death would make me feel better."