Seriously, if I don't get better soon then I'm going to die. Just out in the hallway in the middle of passing period, die. On the floor, dead. A corpse that no longer coughs and wheezes and freaks out when she stops breathing for no apparent reason and resumes shortly after. I want to be better. I don't want Christian to be noble and take care of me anymore, I feel like a horrible girlfriend enough as it is. And now I'm all sick and gross? No thanks, I want him to feel better too. 
Let's take care of each other. As humans. Everyone just be nice to everyone else for one day, even if it's that fake kind of being nice where your smile is so NOT real and you're too tired to focus on anything at all. Like that. But not. Yeah. Magic.