"You doin' okay?" Jamie asked in a concerned voice as he looked at Ari, who was slumped over in his seat.
"Yeah, I'm fine, cough, cough ahem," Ari replied in a raspy voice before coughing, clearing his throat, and blowing his nose hard on a tissue.
The person sitting next to him stood up and moved to another chair with a disgusted face, while Jamie stared at him.
Jamie: "..."
He wanted to ask if Ari was sure he was okay, but seeing him blow his nose so hard that the thick white face paint came off, exposing the reddened tip, he just changed the subject since it was obvious that the other boy was sick.
"I'm done, so if you tell me where your stuff is, I'll load it up with my suitcase and guitar so we can leave as soon as you're through with the judges."
"It's under the leftmost bed in room F(1), and it's just my black duffel bag," Ari replied in a raspy voice before blowing his nose again and drinking the cup of hot tea he had on the floor.
