LIAM
"Ah, ah...ah-choo!" I sneeze.
"This is the hundredth time now." Kian glances at me out of the corner of his eyes as we make our way to the village market. His thick long eyelashes are lowered as he eyes me incredulously.
I wipe my nose with a napkin, "You don't have to worry about this." My nose is the brightest color of red partly from how many times I have wiped it and partly from the cold.
Kian doesn't push the matter, and his eyes look straight once again. I sigh.
The cold from last night only got worse. And now I am suffering. My throat is sore, my head is dizzy, there is a blooming headache here and there somewhere in my head, and I can't breathe properly. What an unbecoming situation.
