Back then, Zach was diagnosed with a virus, and Queenie did not come home for days just to take care of him. At the same time, I came down with the flu. It got so bad that I could barely get out of bed.I called Queenie, hoping she could bring me some fever medicine.Zach was the one who took the call, and he sounded as healthy as any other guy. "What's up, Jonathan? Queenie's cooking."I could hear Queenie ask if Zach wanted a bit of sugar in his food. He answered and asked me, "Want to have a meal with us, Jonathan?"I bit my lip and was about to answer, but Queenie took the phone. Furious, she asked, "What are you doing? I don't have time to chat with you! Don't call me ever again!""But I'm really sick," I said through my dry, burning throat. "Can you bring me some medicine?""Drop the act, Jonathan! Zach's sick, and now you are too? When Zach gets hurt, you get hurt too? Do you dislike him so much? Can you stop being so selfish?"My voice trembled. "But I've got the flu…"
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