Hospital

    "Can you get me some coffee, please?"

    Tiffany didn't react, she just kept on typing on her phone.

    I was getting a little irked.

"Fany-ah," I said, my stifled, frustrated voice leaving no echo in the room.

"What," she huffed, not very content with the tone I used.

    'Is this what I deserve? Really?!' My head hurt a lot. I was starting to get more and more riled up.

"Could you please get me some coffee?" I asked again, trying to control myself, keeping my tone as calm as humanly possible, although the pain in my head and my momentary disability made it just a tiny bit harder than usual.

"You don't have to say it like that, you know," Tiffany grumbled.

"Well, I asked you once already but you just never seem to pay attention," I said between my teeth, on the edge of bursting out.

"Well, sorry, I was just texting manager unnie to get you some ice cream, your highness," Tiffany spat scornfully. "But since you're already so impatient for your coffee, I guess the ice cream can wait. I'll tell her it's okay if she only comes in around seven."

    And she started walking out, pulling out her phone again, but before she could have opened the door, I yelled: "No no no, wait, I..." I sighed deeply. "I'm sorry. You know how sensitive and irritable I get when I'm sick..."

    Tiffany let out a breath as well and w