Lololoshka

It was quiet in the Blogger House, but on this day, Lololoshka was feeling unwell; he had a severe headache, but no one noticed—not Glen, not Tim, not Bry, and not even Cleo. After about fifteen minutes, Bry approached him. Lololoshka hoped that at least she had noticed, but she walked up and said:
"Bry"—Lololoshka, you've been idling all day, aren't you ashamed? Lololoshka tried to tell her that he felt sick
"Lo"—Bry, I'm just... she interrupted him
"Bry"—I don't want to hear it, go mop the floors Lololoshka had to do it, feeling as if his head was about to explode from the pain. When Bry left, his friend Dylan arrived; he said hello, but heard no answer. When he touched Lololoshka's forehead, he said
"Dylan"—My god, Lo, you're burning up,
"Lo"—You think... before Lololoshka could finish, Dylan swept him up in his arms
"Dylan"—Lo, I can feel that you're hot