My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.
“Lisa, I’m fine.” Cisco coughed, his voice quiet as he tried to refrain from coughing. He’d been fighting a cold for a week now, and instead of getting better, it had turned into bronchitis. He was stubborn when it came to sickness, and he refused to ever let it stop him from getting done what needed to be done. “Really, I’m fine.”
Cisco backup 