Love Sick 소설 & 이야기

Rossa agak kecewa, tetapi dia mendengar bahwa Viki sakit. "Apakah kamu pilek?" "Si Cantik akhirnya ingat dan menanyakan kabarku. Ya, aku flu. Aku menderita penyakit yang sangat serius. Aku benar-benar sekarat." "Viki, aku sangat pusing sekarang, aku tidak sedang ingin bercanda."

"But you know, buddy? Even healthy people need to get shots to keep their health good. And you know why?" Austin shook his head as a reply. Brian bent his body so he could meet Austin's eyes. "Because they know feeling sick is much worse than having a shot. Being sick means you cannot work, play, or meet your friends. Even eating and sleeping don't feel good at all." He gave a long explanation. And as if it weren't enough, he added. "Do you remember the last time you got the flu?" Austin nodded. "Did you feel good when you were having the flu?"

"Hmm... I think your reasoning is quite peculiar. This's seems to be the first time I heard something like that.... Well, everything in you is normal but remember, you can't do a tiring work, okay?" "Yes ma'am." Because of exhaustion and stressful work of these past few days, Nico got sick and didn't make it to the company. He stayed at home to recuperate. "My dear, it's 39 degrees!.... How do you feel, should I send you to the hospital to get a drip?" Lucille said worriedly. Nico was sitting in the dining room. His gruel is now cold, he didn't touch it as he has no appetite. He coughed before he said. "No need mom, its just a flu. I will get better once I perspire."

“Achooo!” “Fuck, are you sick, too?!” I almost laughed when Ford was alarmed and he immediately stood up from the desk. There he was, standing in the corner of the room, scared to catch the bacteria. “Well, I don’t have a fever. I just don't feel well,” I uttered and coughed again. I knew this would happen. If I hadn’t taken the medicine last night, I would probably not be able to come here. “What’s wrong with you, guys? Sean is also sick!” He captured my eyes swiftly. Sean is sick?

I placed a hot cloth over my face and when I heard the bathroom door opening, I quickly took the cloth off my face and shoved it under my pillow. When Elliot saw me still in bed, he frowned. “Why haven’t you gotten up yet?” He asked as he finished getting dressed for the day. “I don’t feel so good,” I told him, making myself sound sick and pathetic. His brows furrowed together. “You were fine yesterday.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I was feeling off yesterday too. But it really got bad today. I think it’s getting worse, and I’ll probably be sick for at least a week,” I told him, moaning in pain.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought they'd crack. "Hello?" Serena's voice was closer now. "I'm sorry to wake you, but my dad's being weird and won't let me meet you-" I rolled over and kept my face buried in the pillow with the duvet cocooned around me. Shit, what do I do now? "I..." I forced a cough and pitched my voice higher. "Sorry, I'm-" Another cough. "I'm really sick." "Oh." Serena's footsteps stopped. "I'm sorry, Lia. I didn't mean to barge in."

Santino is still away, and without his presence to ground me, I have drifted into a darker place. I wake up early, the sun barely peeking through the heavy curtains. As I try to sit up, a sudden, rolling wave of nausea hits me. I lie back down, closing my eyes tight. My stomach feels like it’s being squeezed by a cold hand. I must be sick, I think to myself. The stress of the funeral, dealing with the aftermath of everything and the hours I’ve spent staring at computer screens must finally be catching up to me. I probably have a stomach bug or a touch of the flu. I tell myself I just need some tea and a few more hours of rest.

Ice-cold water crashed over my head, shocking me awake. My back stung as the water hit the open lashes, and a violent shiver ran through me. My teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. Luca stood in front of me, face dark with anger. “Helena almost suffocated just now. The doctor says she was scared. What did you say to her?” I coughed twice, more blood slipping from the corner of my mouth. The metallic taste clung to my throat.

Maya followed behind, hot on my heel. “Well, someone's crank," "You have no idea," I sighed out, slowing down a bit since all the power walking was making me dizzy as hell and taking more energy. “Hey, are you okay?" Maya asked while gently placing a hand on my shoulder to halt my steps completely. "I'm sick," I sighed out again. "I thought that only happened once a month," "I thought that too," "We need to get you to a hospital," she frowned, eyeing me up in concern.

Sasha explained. Eloise was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “There are doctors and nurses taking care of him. There’s nothing more you can do. Besides, when someone’s sick, they’re more vulnerable. If he sees you, especially since I know he doesn’t want you there, it might only make him feel worse. It’s better if you just go home.” “But… isn’t it true that when someone’s sick, it’s a good time to make up with them?”