Alvin Wilson

Alvin was lying on the couch in the living room, stricken with fever, covered with a light blanket. A crimson blush burned on his cheeks, the treacherous river from his nose could not restrain itself, and his glasses kept slipping off and fogging up from heavy breathing. A faint cough occasionally shook his body. His work had long since faded into the background, and it was the least of his worries right now

Meanwhile, his roommate, like a restless spirit, was busily wandering around the apartment, from room to room…