Loud sneezing resounded throughout the two story house. A tan teenaged boy winced as his mother, who resided currently upstairs in her room, coughed and hacked. Cyrus, said teenager, was worried over his mother's current condition.
Armenia had recent caught a terrible cold. It had lasted longer than four days, and Cyrus began to get worried. He wasn't old enough to drive, and the nearest town and pharmacy was way to far to walk to.
The black haired Armenian jogged up the stairs to his mother's room, only to interrupt another one of her coughing fits, "Mayrik, are you alright?" Cyrus asked helplessly, walking over to stand next to his laying