A Steady Situation 3, Part 6

A sudden coughing fit threw at her with such a vigour that the mattress slid a bit. He handed her a cup of water, felt her forehead, then got back to the drawing he had been working on.

There’s no way you’re going to be able to work next week.

Look, I have to. There’s tons that needs to be drafted up, then it has to be

cough

gone over in case any of it’s wrong.

I’m not saying it’s not important, I’m just saying you can’t do it.

Who says you know what I can do?

This picture. See?

The drawing was of her sitting cross-legged with designs emanating from her head. Then it said under it: ‘BUT I’M SICK, SO FUCK OFF’.

You fuck off.

If I fuck off, who’s going to get your painkillers?

She lit up a bit.

Is it time for them?

Yep. Be back in a minute. Wait, do you need any tissue?

Another roll would be good.

Alright, love you.

Love you too.