13. Storm

I woke up in Ryan’s old bed, he was beside me. It was still dark. I sat up and looked at his sleeping form. Then, I looked back at the window. It was snowing. I slipped out of the bed. Upon closer inspection, the window was half covered in snow. It was weird, we hadn’t gotten a snowfall like this in April since I was ten. I guess the rain was just the beginning.

I started coughing, I left the room trying not to wake Ryan. I went into the washroom and spit phlegm into the sink. I washed it down the sink and stood for a few minutes catching my breath. Ryan appeared in the bathroom doorway.

“I told you the rain wouldn’t make you better,” he replies.

“Well, what does snow mean?” I ask.

“What?” he asks.

“It’s snowing, go look,” I comment.

“With that weather, I might get to stay home,” he replies from the bedroom.

I started coughing again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

“I have a headache,” I admit. “Still can’t breathe.”