(Disclaimer: Tigreb perspective)

"Shouldn’t he be done by now? " I kept wondering.
I got out of bed and knocked on the door. "Max, is everything alright in there?" I couldn't hear anything.
I got the key and stopped before the door. "Max, I am opening the door okey?"
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Max was sitting on the floor. He looked half unconscious.
"Max! Max! What is wrong with you?" I put my hand on his forehead. It was burning hot. "You have temperature. Get up, I'll take you to the hospital. "
He grabed my hand and in a rough voice said: " I'm fine, I don't need to. "
"Max, you are not fine! Look at yourself. "
"Come on I know my body. This will not kill me I won't go anywhere."
"You won't give up will you?! Fine, let me help you to the couch. " I said and somehow I managed to lay him there.
"I'm ok, go to sleep. " he said.
"Do you think you are able to tell me what to do...