C84 You're Gonna Die Because of the Medicine

He smelled of sweat and bitter medicine. He went out to find some water to wash himself and then came back to clean his bed. He sat on the floor in exhaustion, unable to climb onto the bed.

His head hurt so much that he coughed uncomfortably.

When I woke up, I was in bed again, under a clean quilt, my head still aching, burning in every sense.

He was asleep in his chair, his face towards me