No need to worry about me. When Luke is well, so am I.

We leave the room and walk through the still deserted hallways towards our classroom.

Do you realize what that means? asks Luke.

That if you're sick, I'm sick. And probably the other way around as well. What a pleasure, we'll be sick twice as often, I say ironically, but I see that Luke notices that I'm hiding something.

You think the same thing as me, Nina. We both know it's not going to end there.

All right, do you want me to tell you out loud? We both feel the same physical things. You die, I die....