"Cough, cough, cough..."
Rosaline sat nervously in the downstairs living room watching TV, rubbing her hands as she listened to the disturbing coughs, occasionally looking up toward the upstairs study.
"Cough~!!"
When Carter coughed again, she couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up, ran upstairs, and turned the study's doorknob, but it wouldn't open. She anxiously knocked on the door, "Jimmy, Jimmy, are you alright?"
Inside the study came the sound of a trash bin being dragged, followed by Carter's voice, "I'm fine, just caught a bit of a cold."
"Should we call a private doctor to take a look?"
Carter looked at the blood he coughed up on the desk with trembling hands, fear flickering in his eyes.
He was afraid of death too!
Listening to his wife's inquiry, he shouted with effort, "No need, you go rest, I'll... cough, cough, cough, I'll come when I'm done."
Rosaline left with a worried look.
