"Damn. I can't believe my amaaazing luck. Stuck. In loser class. Again. This sucks. Oh, when I get my hands on Courtney, I'll-" My seething thoughts were cut short by loud coughing behind me. I turned around and climbed onto the crate to find Alejandro slouched on the other side of the crate, his fist over his mouth. I could tell by this position that he was guilty of the loud coughing. "Oh, Heh. Hey, Heather. I thought I was alone." He smiled awkwardly, clearly embarrassed as he stood up straight. I didn't quite know what was up with him, but just standing up sent him into another coughing fit. I smiled as I carelessly asked if he was OK. "I'm (cough) fine. A little (cough) tickle in my (hard cough) throat, but (cough) I'm alright." Was his very quiet, raspy reply. I don't even know how he managed to respond through his coughing fit. "Uh huh. Sure you are, smart guy. So where's the rest of your team?" I asked, rather sarcastically, like usual. "They're back in first class. (cough) I felt kind of cold, so I decided to take a walk. And might I (cough) ask where your (cough) team is?" Alejandro responded just as snidely, even though through his coughing and shivering, it was hard to take him seriously. "How can you be cold in this hot ass plane? It's like 90 degrees in here."I inquired. He simply sniffled and shrugged in response. "I don't know, I'm f-fine though..." That's when his breath started hitching. I knew that sound anywhere. "Heh...hehh...(sigh)" He rolled his eyes. "See, I'b find." I reached to grab him a tissue. I couldn't find any. "You're catching a cold aren't you?" "Wha? I'b ndot sick! I'b find, th...th...hehh...there's a bit....hehh...of d...dust in the...th...hehh...the room...hehh...and...hehh...hehh...Hehh...Ngh'KXT! Ngh'KXT! Ngh'KXT!" He pinched his nose and his sneezes almost shook him. "Well, you definitely look like you're about to start sneezing again." I say calmly. "W-what do you mean? It's ndot like my ndostrils are fl...flaring, (they were) and mby br...br...breath isn't hi...hi...hitch...ing. (it was) I'b d...donde sndeezing. I'm ndot...hehh...gonna... s...ndeeze...heh...hehh...hehh...(sigh) anymore." Alejandro's pride was really grating on my patience. This was it. The truth. I did care about him. However I knew I could show my concern with showing my concern. "Well, Mr. Image of Health, If you would just look at your pronunciation, particularly on the letters, N and M, you sound pretty congested to me." I reached out to feel his forehead, and as one would expect, he backed away. "I don't ndeed you to feel mby fore...head. I'b find, and don't talgk about mby pronunciation, I kndow it's fucgked. It's...n...ndoth...ing. I don't...get si...sicgk." I rolled my eyes and went to find a box of tissues. I walked behind the curtain, and when I came back, I heard, "Hehh...hehhh...Etchoo! Etchoo! Etchoo! Etchoo!" Alejandro eventually did see me, and stifled his last few sneezes. "Ngh'KXT! Ngh'KXT!" He was sitting down, leaning against the wooden crate. His nose was running and he was sniffling like crazy. I sighed and handed him the box of tissues. "Thangks." He muttered almost incoherently and blew his nose. He slowly got up before leaning back against the crate. I reached up and again tried to feel his forehead. He was way to tired to do anything about it, although he did wince slightly when I felt his forehead. 'Yep, you have a cold." I said with a concerned smile."I kndow. I guess my pride just got in the way and now I feel even worse. i'm going to bed. Bye, Heather" "Bye, Alejandro."