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“For the last time Peter, I’m not sick.” Elias said, he then began a long coughing jag and blew his nose.
Elias was still bed, blankets pulled up to chest a mound of used tissues jutting from the waste paper bin by the bed.
“No you are,” Peter said. “You haven’t even gotten out of bed and you look dreadful.”
“Thank you,” Elias sniffled sarcastically. “It’s just a touch of hay fever.”
“You have a cold, you need bed rest,” Peter said.
Elias rolled his eyes: “This is the one time of year I have off and besides that you and I were going on holiday, Simon said we could have his flat in Dubai for ten days!”
“Well you’ll have to cancel.” Peter shrugged.
“Why is it that I get sick, the moment I have any time off,” Elias grumbled, then his eyes widened as if knowledge was being dropped into his head. ”Oh.. oh.. that’s why.”
“You do work very hard Elias,” Peter said. “This will be good for sleeping, regaining strength and you can still watch…”
Elias sniffled: “And what you’ll be my nurse?”
Peter chuckled: “No, Luv. Simon is expecting me in Dubai.”
And he vanished into the fog, Elias mumbled: “Divorce.”
Then a wave of exhaustion overtook him and he slept for hours. When he woke up, he found a bowl of hot soup and tea on his night stand, a bottle of water and some throat drops.
“Peter?” He ventured.
“…yes?” He heard from the other room.
“Why aren’t you in Dubai? It isn’t out of some misplaced sentiment for me is it?” Elias asked, smirking.
“Erm… well… no it’s there are too many people in Dubai and I hate traveling by plane,” Peter said.
“Oh really?” Elias said smugly and then had another coughing fit.
“It’s nothing to do with you at all,” Peter said. “I just don't actually like Dubai… at all and didn’t enjoy it the last time we went, I looked like I did but I was lying.”
“Simon won the bet didn’t he?” Elias said.
“Not talking to you.” Peter called out.
Elias smiled and fell back to sleep.