Are you entirely serious? You can't run about outdoors with a cold, it'll only get worse. I'd say stay here, but there's not enough room for that most likely. Since the girlfriend, dog, and myself live in a bloody sardine tin. And there's too much potential arguing, nudity, and debauchery for anyone else to ever get any rest when those things pop up. Umm. Hm. I mean, there's a couch but I'm not entirely sure you'd get the best rest in the midst of all the mayhem.
Maybe there's some room for you to sleep in the pub?
Oh, while I've thought about it! I believe, if you're in Santa Ana, there's also some sort of clinic that helps people who are short on finance. Maybe they can get that cold sorted for you and get you on the mend.
If you do die though, you'll have a proper eulogy. In that I'll very promptly drink in your memory, after bagpipes happen. I'll have to have my sis send those over though, not to mention how rusty I am at playing. So that might be a wee bit belated. Don't go dying anytime soon.