"Yes, I am often tired. But after resting, I feel better. No need to worry like that. Do you realize, your expression just now as if I am suffering from a terminal illness," Achiera sneered.
"Your words are getting ridiculous every day!" swore Hans.
"It's you who are ridiculous, because I just have a cold, you are like the unfocused person!"
"The point is we have to go to the hospital, and then I can calm down."
"Ok, alright, now you go to the office, later when you come home from work and my condition gets worse, I'm willing to be taken to the hospital."
"But, it makes me uneasy when I'm in the office later!" said Hans.
"How about ... Hmm ... I'll call you once an hour, to tell you about my condition?" Achiera suggested.
"Is it okay like that?"
"Hmm ... that's the best option so far."
