I hate being sick

Fiancé has been awake all night coughing, unable to draw a good breath. So she's called out and is in bed trying to recover from this illness we've both had all weekend.

Our room mate went and picked her up some medicine early this morning, because they were concerned with how rough her cough is.

I have her curled up in bed with our "Pubba" ( our Dog, Pabu ) and she's resting.

Me though? I feel like absolute hell washed over. My cough isn't as bad, but I can at least sit up and not feel the world tilt.