• Mello sighed angrily as he lay on his bed. He was hot, but cold flashes came almost frequently. He felt a tickling sensation in his nose, and grabbed a tissue, holding it against his nose as he sneezed yet again. In disgust, he threw the soiled tissue into the waste basket and huddled himself under his covers. There was a light knock on the door, and Mello was reluctant to answer,

    “Who is it?” he said, very congested, “And what do you want?”

    “Mello!” said a voice, “let me in!” Mello didn’t answer, he was too dismal. The door creaked open and Matt walked in, carrying a cold damp wash-cloth and a small vile of medicine. He pulled a chair over to Mello’s bed and placed the cold cloth on Mello’s forehead. Mello looked at the goopy red liquid that inhabited the bottle Matt held,

    “I’m not taking any friggin medicine.” Mello said, turning away from Matt, “You know I hate that stuff.”

    “Don’t worry, Mello,” Matt said, placing the small bottle on the nightstand and readying the spoon full of medicine, “I brought you some chocolate…do you think that’ll make you feel better?” Mello didn’t answer,

    “No you didn’t,” He said, finally, “You’re just trying to get me to take that gross cold medicine.” Mello didn’t care if it would help his head cold, the medicine was disgusting. Another cold flash came over Mello, and he groaned miserably as his eyes burned. Matt sighed, and held the spoon in one hand while reaching into his pocket with his other,

    “Really, Mello,” Matt said, taking out a bar of Hershey’s milk chocolate and starting to unfold the wrapping, “I have chocolate…see?” Mello could smell the chocolate in the air, and hearing Matt open the chocolate bothered him. Mello looked over his shoulder back at Matt, only to have a spoon full of nasty tasting medicine thrust into his mouth. Matt smiled, handing Mello the candy bar. He stood up and pat Mello on the head, leaving him to nibble miserably on the chocolate bar that had been his ruin