Will was laying there and looking rather pale. He seemed to be feeling quite miserable as well. He coughed badly. He didn't know why he took so long to get better, other than just having a horribly weak immune system it seemed, though he was sure it had barely been a day. He snuggled up in his blankets and was lost in thought. He knew she would never like him, he was never nice to her and he knew he didn't know how to be nice.
Feeling weak he looked at her. 
"Something to stop a headache and maybe something to do, I'm bored."