That's only you!

The sound of soft footsteps alerted Julian to the presence of another person entering the room. He turned around and gave his visitor a weak smile.

"Hi" He whispered. She returned the gesture with a soft smile of her own.

"How are you?" She asked concerned, moving to sit down next to him. He glanced at her briefly and shrugged.

"I'm alright. Tired. I think I caught a cold. I feel pretty gross, too. My throat is hurting." He answered honestly. She chuckled.

"That happens sometimes when you get sick. Have you eaten anything?" She asked him. He shook his head.

"I can cook you something."

"No, no. I can eat when I have the chance." He protested.

"You shouldn't. It can cause more harm than good." She told him. He sighed quietly.

"I know. But I'll eat anyway. If it means that I won't starve to death, I'll eat." He insisted. She laughed again.

"Okay" She agreed after a beat.

Silence fell between them as they both stared blankly at the wall opposite of them. After a few minutes of silence, h