Jake: I think I have the flu.
Jake: Not so good. Actually, I feel really awful.
Jake: No, I'm going home now.
Jake: Hi Camila. How are you?
Camila: That's too bad. Are you going to see the doctor?
Camilla: What's wrong?
Camila: Ok. Get some rest.
Camila: I'm fine, thanks. How about you?