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She turned in his arms, her face full of sympathy. She brought her hands up, framing his face, her thumbs tracing the circles under his eyes. Then, she leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear, and spoke. Slowly. Deliberately. Each word a carefully launched life raft across the muffled sea.

The first sign was the silence. Not a true silence, but a muffled one, like the world had been packed in cotton wool. Alex woke up feeling like his head was a over-inflated balloon, tethered to the pillow by a thick, throbbing cord. The cold had arrived overnight, a sneaky invader that left a trail of scratchy throat and exhausted limbs. ears stuffy from cold

That was the moment the cold went from a physical annoyance to a small, sharp tragedy. She turned in his arms, her face full of sympathy

Desperate, Alex retreated to the bathroom. He stood under the shower, letting the scalding water beat down on his head. The roar of the water was a dull, percussive thud, but it did nothing to clear the clogged feeling. He tried the old trick: pinching his nose and gently blowing. A tiny, pathetic squeak. Nothing. Slowly

Sarah sighed, a soft hiss he felt more than heard. She pointed to the tea, then mimed drinking, then placed a hand on his forehead. Her touch was cool and wonderful. He leaned into it, desperate for a connection that didn't require translation.

"What?" he asked, for the third time.