"How's it going?"
"Poorly." Apple Bloom's voice rose from somewhere in the pile of blankets and pillows that hid her body from view. "Very poorly."
"Aw. I'm sorry to hear that." Scootaloo walked a bit around, trying to find a direction to approach the bed from.
Apple Bloom's answer was a very loud sneeze, one that shook the piles surrounding her. "Maybe it's better if you leave, so you don't catch it too."
Scootaloo considered that, and decided that for the while it was at least prudent to step back from the bed instead of approaching it. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about something? I have time."
Apple Bloom sneezed again. "I appreciate your visit, Scoots, I really do. I'm just not really feeling it right now. I think I might pass out at any moment, and I wouldn't really be good conversation like this. But thank you for coming to see me."
"Ah. Alright then." Scootaloo gave a nod, even if Apple Bloom couldn't see her. "I guess I'll go now, then. I might drop by again later. Sleep well." She headed for the door. "I hope you'll get better soon." With that, she left the room.