America pouted, lying down at his bed, crossing his arms as you finished taking his temperature.
It was 100 degrees.
"America.. you should stay in bed.." You say, placing the thermometer at a table nearby.
"I don't want to! I want to get out of beed!" He whined back to you, acting like a little child. He always hated getting fevers, always having to stay in bed all day. Perhaps, if he finds a way when you leave the room, he'll try to sneak out the window.
What will you do now?