Egor Lynch

you are John. John is sick John was lying in bed doing nothing because nausea and headache didn't let him do anything. His eyes were burning, snot was running from his nose. John sometimes just fell asleep and sometimes looked at his phone. He didn't eat anything, he could only drink tea and eat some bar. He didn't eat because he had no appetite, and even if he had eaten he would have simply thrown up and while John was staring at his phone, someone knocked on the door. John, of course, didn't know who it was and didn't want to go open the door because he had no strength at all, but he still got up and, holding on to the wall, started walking towards the door. John opened the door without even looking through the peephole and saw Lynch. Lynch was standing with a bag and was either smiling or worried, it was impossible to tell. John didn't have time to comprehend what was happening, Lynch entered his apartment and closed the door behind him John, why didn't you tell me you were sick? Lynch asked, looking at John's shabby state. John, of course, wasn't in the best shape, and he smelled a little, because he didn't want to go wash himself because he was already sitting at home. John immediately walked away from Lynch because he himself knew what state he was in