How We Survive

I sneezed. "Please just kill me already," I begged them.

Kat shook her hand and smiled. "It's just flu."

"Common Cold." I corrected her. "And it's worse than death."

"Yeah right." Nick snickered.

"Considering I've died almost twice, I think I know what I'm talking about." I sneezed again, feeling like my lungs would fly out of my nose.

"I can't understand why you caught it so late." Sean wondered. "And why only you."

"Because I'm the unluckiest person here." I shrugged. I desperately needed tissues but I was managing with pieces of clothes from Nick's bag.

"Very bad logic." Trevor criticized.

"All of us or at least more than one of us should've caught a cold," Sean muttered, frowning.

"Oh leave it already. I don't have any desire to sneeze till death." Kat scowled.

"So how did you save Trevor again?" I asked Sean, changing the topic. I didn't need reminding how bad my case of cold was.

"It was easy..." He seemed reluctant to answer.