My head is spinning. My joints are aching. My body is warm and burning. Everything is a blur now. I should be sleeping. Spellbound in bed is a torture.

“I’m afraid you are down with the viral fever” the man in white said. Shivering on the seat, I looked up at him pathetically and I could only manage a long sigh. The weekend is near and I have things planned up. Sobbing won’t do any good. Feeling depressed won’t kill the viral.

I shall just sleep and wait …