All Chapters of Sweet Spot : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

There are few things in this world more trama inducing than being forced to hear your best friend getting fucked. It's truly an awful experience that I would not not wish upon even my worst enemy. Steak, our puppy whimpers pitifully and tries to nuzzle into my bulky hot pink sweater. I swear she would have had her paws over her ear if had the motor function. Briefly, I consider if this is counts as assault. Fiona, my roommate and best friend, and I pretty much coparent Steak, and while I may have lost my parents at a very young age I'm very certain hearing your mother getting dicked down would be frowned upon in most cultures. It doesn't help that half the time she's moaning like she's one step away from death. “I guess that's why they call it a little death” I joke, but Steak isn't having it. Giving me her golden brown backside she ambles to the dining area, finding refuge underneath the table she usually runs to during fireworks on the 4th of July. Fiona has driven our

"Well, the good news is, you're not dying." The doctor, who I've come to know as Lucy, says it in a tone far too jovial for a sentence involving mortality."Oh. Okay." I glance around the sterile white room. The posters of different illnesses and their progressive stages do very little to improve my mood. One of them, a cross-section of a very unhappy liver, seems to be judging me. The air smells of antiseptic and cheap lavender hand sanitizer, and somewhere beyond the door a phone rings and rings with nobody to answer it.Lately, very little has improved my mood. I chalked it up to stress over my meeting with Gina, the one where I finally make her keep her side of our deal, but then the headaches came. Then the headaches got worse. Then the nausea, the itching, and the dizziness. I still wouldn't be here if Fiona hadn't suspected me of carrying something infectious and threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't get myself checked out."I mean, I kind of hoped I wasn't," I add, when