3rd person POV (bet you didn't expect that, did you?)

Ryan woke up to the shower running. He figured Anthony was in there. He was feeling really sick. He closed his eyes and waited for his headache subside. He heard Anthony get out the shower and walk into the room. "Mornin', sunshine," Ryan said. "Ryan! I'm not wearing anything!" Anthony shouted at him. "One, you're wearing a towel, aren't you? Two, either way, I have my eyes closed," Ryan replied. "Aren't you supposed to be out of bed by now?" Anthony asked. "Really not feeling up to it right now, sorry," Ryan replied. 

Ryan groaned in pain. "Are you okay?" Anthony asked. "No," Ryan said. He turned over onto his side. "I feel like throwing up," he said slowly. "Well, I'm gonna get dressed, then I'll see what I can do," Anthony said. "Thanks," Ryan said.

"I'll get you some water, you rest," Anthony said after a while. Ryan sighed. "Okay," he responded. As soon as he laid his head down on the pillow, a sharp pain hit his head. He inhaled sharply. Anthony walked back in with a glass of water. "Oh, man, you look really pale," he said. "Thanks, Captain Obvious. Mirrors exist, you know, I think I noticed," Ryan slurred. He groaned again and try to lie back down. 

After a few hours, there was a knock on the door. Ella, Thomas, and Julia were outside. "Is Ryan okay?" Ella asked. "I doubt it," Anthony said. "Is he contagious?" Julia asked. "I hope not, I've been with him all day," Anthony answered. 

The four of them walked up to Anthony's room. Ryan was asleep, though he looked very uncomfortable. "He looks like a ghost," Thomas said.

"You said he isn't okay. Is he going to be okay?" Julia asked. "I... I want to say yes, but I'm not sure," Anthony answered.