Literature
Sick Day
Thrax woke up to the obnoxious sound of Ozzy's alarm going off. He groaned. "Turn that shit off, baby." Instead of Ozzy yelling at him and shutting it off, he pulled the sheets up over his head and curled up in a ball. He let out a pitiful groan. "Jones?" Ozzy's only reply was to curl up more. Thrax leaned over the cell and turned off the alarm. "Ozzy, baby, what's wrong?"
"I think I caught you," he replied. A few hard coughs followed. Thrax tried to pull down the sheets, but Ozzy held on tight. "No, I'm freezing!"
Thrax sighed. "I'll burn them."
"Not again!"
"Then let me see you, Jones."
Ozzy sighed, but let go. Thrax pulled down the sh