Sniffles

Sprawled out on the bed with two pillows, a ruffled up blanket and a nose full of snot, its easy to tell that Craheen was sick. She was rarely sick and on those particularly rare occations, the bacteria or viruses that attacked her came with reinforcements. She hated it with dispicable malice.

"Baria!" She screamed with a mellowed shriek of a blocked nose."Bar! I'b so sorry, bud gould yoo blease get me anoder box of tissue? I'b oud of de last wod"
Maria stepped through the door with her eyebrows ruffled in irritation
"Already? That's like, 5 boxes and it's not even 12 in the afternoon yet... and i'm busy making your chicken soup... Gimme a minute..."