JAKE

“Take a break. I’d expect you in a better condition tomorrow.”

After I said those words and she stood up to go home. I couldn't help but feel so worried.

I ran my hand through my hair, staring at the documents she was supposed to photocopy.

I picked up the papers and headed to the copier myself, the sound from the printer doing nothing to soothe me.

My mind kept replaying the way she coughed and sneezed in between words, when she handed the report to me earlier.

How did she get sick?

What has she used?

I wanted to hold her, to get her medication.

She looked so...