Coughing is heard followed shortly by a groan as you roll over grabbing another tissue. “Goddammit, when are those pills going to kick in?” You grumble waiting for the medicine that you took forty minutes ago to start opening up your sinuses. Blowing your nose, you wince as the tissue rubs against your already sore nostrils.
“This sucks,” dropping the tissue into the overflowing wastebasket it misses falling to the floor. Arching your eyebrow, you contemplate picking it up for a brief second before rolling over trying to get some sleep. “Is it so much to ask to be able to breathe?” You whine testing out b