Topher hadn't moved from the chair since Mel had left. A huge wave of tiredness had washed over him and he wasn't entirely sure but he may have even drifted off to sleep at some point. He did know that his chest felt on fire and tight from the coughing.
He started slightly at the knock, which forced a small groan from his lips. The Chet doctor straightened up and made to rise from the chair as Mel called. His stubbornness rising again, not wanting to appear weak. In most cases he knew it was stupid but it was a habit that was hard to shake.