He felt as if his entire brain were underwater; all his thoughts were muted, spoken in an undertone that he could barely hear much less comprehend. He blinked once, twice, and shook his head, but nothing cleared out, everything between his ears still felt like cotton candy. He growled in frustration.
"I hate being sick."
His mother emerged from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. "I know, baby, I know."
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