Prior Condition


"Please go away," Beena calls from the other side of the door.

"I'm just checking on you. You haven't been to work in a few days and you weren't responding to my texts."

"My doctor says I should spend as little time with people as possible right now for my own health. I had a lung transplant when I was fourteen. Now you know, please leave."

"You couldn't just say that in a message?"

"Well I didn't think you would show up to my house."

"Do you need groceries or anything."

"Bring cookies, I ate all my quarantine snacks. Leave them at the door. I'll leave money in the mailbox."