A nurse comes in to do a final vitals check. I wonder how many times my temperature has been taken in the last thirty days.

She turns her back to me for a second, writing something down on her clipboard. I have my hand on the thermometer, and Flora looks at me with horror as I pull it out of my mouth.

I grin, pop the thermometer back in, and the nurse records my temperature as perfectly normal.

Flora glares at me, adorable nose wrinkle and all, but then she smiles. At me.

The nurse goes to her side of the room, and I close my eyes while the thermometer is in her mouth. I hear the beep, hear the nurse say, “You are both cleared to leave quarantine. Congratulations, and I hope we never see you again.”

I open my eyes and say, “Thank you.” But the nurse is already walking out of the room.