Alex stood and stretched, peeking over at the clock. “Oh, wow. Three am. I didn’t realize I slept that much.”
He glanced at Daniel and realized he wasn’t out with Matt. It was silly but he already felt better. A little bit.
“Well, time to hit the sack,” Alex said, smiling, before heading to his bedroom. “And I don’t want to be disturbed until I wake up. Am I clear?”
* * * *
Actually, the next morning, he woke up early. His alarm clock buzzed and he remembered he had to call Karl. His throat was dry and it was burning like hell, his red nose was completely congested and his eyes were swollen. Peachy.
A cough tickled his throat as soon as Karl answered the phone easily convincing his boss of the offending illness. He tossed the phone on the bed and burrowed back under the covers, helplessly whining like a baby.
He didn’t know how many hours passed by, but he woke up again to a knock on his door.
“What?” he grumbled with his hoarse voice, lifting his head.