Hyperchondriac

by Ari Collins


My roommate shivered in her blankets, an unconvinced thermometer in her mouth. "Don't listen to those guys," I said. "Terrorists have better places to release germs than upstate. Now what do you think you have?"

She started crying. "Ebola."

"Oh, honey," I wrapped my arm around her. "You're going for broke on this one, huh?"