Chapter 131: Allergies, Right? Right
"You absolutely are not going to work." Vincent readjust the covers, tucking them underneath the mattress as if he can cocoon me into his bed so I won't leave.
I cough and sniffle, reaching for Kleenex. "Vincent, it's just allergies. I always get sick with the season changes. Twice a year I can't go outside for three days without getting a massive headache, runny nose, and a horrible cough. It always goes away and I'm absolutely fine."
He reaches across the bed, feeling my forehead. "Are you sure you don't need a doctor?"
"I'm not going to a doctor for this. They won't do anything for me." I wasted money in the past and the only thing doctor did was prescribe an allergy med you need to take every day for the entire year. What's the point of that when I was sick a whole six days total in a year?
"Fine, but you're definitely not working."