“I’ll drag you,” she threatened. “You are not allowed to lie here on the floor when you’re sick.” She grabbed his wrists and started pulling.“Been sick, for ages now,” he pointed out, somewhere between morose and irritable. He pulled his wrists away from her, because they weren’t going to get anywhere like this, and shifted to the side enough that he could reach up, grab the edge of the bar, and haul himself back upright.
“Fine, today you’re having a relapse. Get in the bed,” Summer commanded. She sighed, smiling a sideways smile, and shook her head. “Stubborn Tony.”
Tony made his way to the bedroom, but he had to stop half way there as another coughing fit took hold. He turned his head into the crook of his elbow, his other hand grasping out blindly until it landed on the back of a chair so he could keep his balance. He was far less amused with this situation than she was.
“I bet you don’t keep any meds around here at all, do you.” She put her hands on her hips, waiting for him to finish. “All right. Do you feel cold, or hot?”