Kaley heard the coughing from the down the hall. The sniffling she detected when Ryan reached the doorway to the office. A couple of seconds later a pathetic human being stood before her desk.
“I’m sick,” said Ryan, then blew his nose.
“Then what are you doing here?” snapped Kaley. “You’re disease encrusted.”
Ryan blew his nose so hard, small flecks of tissue landed on Kaley’s desk. “I need another tissue.”
“And I need a gallon of hand sanitizer,” grimaced Kaley.
“The Salamander Project is due tomorrow. I need to finish my part.”
“Then do it at home,” said Kaley. She got up to push him out the door.
Kaley retched. “You sneezed in my mouth!”
“Sorry.” Ryan offered Kaley a pathetic expression.
“Like that’s gonna keep me from getting deathly ill like you,” said Kaley. She grabbed her coat and purse from behind her desk.
“What are you doing?”
“I changed my mind. You stay here and work. I’m going to the pharmacy to buy out their supply of vitamin C, zinc and echinacea,” snapped Kaley.
“I really hope you don’t get sick,” sniffled Ryan.
With on finger raised, Kaley glared at Ryan. “If I get sick, I will bring you pain. Seething pain.”
Ryan’s eyes were a big as dinner plates as Kaley stormed off.