The Dying Dutchman

There are literally like 10 fucking people staying at this fairly large hostel and I am stuck next to (like actually next to, our bunks form an “L” shape in a corner) the Dutchman with the fucking plague. He coughs, like a loud, hacking, whooping cough and makes these really loud, audibly very crisp, mucusy gargling noises every 25-45 seconds. That’s been the past 2 nights. Night 3, I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, it sounds like he’s just rubbing the sheets quickly with his hand, I’m really not sure what’s going on except that I want to fucking bash his head in with a wooden shoe