Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

I would have done it if I could have fed the ground. I was unable to properly address him as I slowly withdrew my hand. I've already had this embarrassing event. I suddenly came to life because—wasn't that wrong? Perhaps what I did was okay; I'm not abusing him; I'm just inquisitive. Just wondering! Why am I so anxious? I started to say, "Uhm, I'm just curious if--" but stopped because my stomach started to grumble. I'm not sure if I'll feel sick to my stomach with annoyance or gratitude right now.

My eyes darted sideways, trying to recall the time I fell sick, but I couldn't—because not once have I fallen sick. Even when a contagious sickness swept through my school and every single person was infected... I remained untouched. I have watched a lot of people, including my mom, fall sick, but not once have I fallen sick. My mom has never spent a dime on medicines for my sake. "I... I've never fallen sick," I admitted softly. "Not even once?" he pressed on. I slowly nodded my head as I wondered why he was asking such a question. "Isn't it concerning? Every human gets sick—at least once in their life. But you... you’ve never even caught a cold. Don’t you find that... suspicious?" he asked

This could probably be the last time that I would sleep in a comfortable bed, but still—I needed to leave here since I wasn’t welcomed by my so-called husband. That urge suddenly came again, and I rushed out of my bed towards the bathroom to throw up— For some days now, I’ve been weak—and I’ve been throwing up seriously—confusing me on the kind of sickness it was. After rinsing my mouth—I walked out of the bathroom and decided to see a doctor before eventually running away. I needed to know the kind of sickness it was— I sat on my bed, lost in thought as I wondered on the kind of sickness it was since it’s been a while I fell sick and my father kept saying it was because I was a rare breed o

After she said she was feeling sick, it was me who felt nauseated. That unbearable woman, I try to pretend I don't see her and head for a chair a little further away to sit down, but she seems to have raised her voice, I don't know if to get my attention or for some other reason. I don't understand what that girl really wants because Ricardo has already allowed her to live in the flat, but she came up with this story that she's not feeling well and asked if she could stay here a little longer because she's afraid of being alone in the flat and getting sick.

ARNOLD It has been days since I arrived at the Serene pack, and the situation hasn't improved. In fact, it has worsened. The illness that is currently plaguing the pack members is more severe than we initially thought. After much deliberation, we decide to involve the medical experts. After consulting with medical experts and conducting extensive research, it's become evident that we're dealing with a deadly ailment, a strain of virus that spreads rapidly and has a known cure, but like anything, the cure is very scarce.

[Eddie POV] I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about me. It was as if a heavy weight was pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I tried to brush it off, but the feeling only grew stronger. "What's going on? Am I sick?" I whispered to myself, confused by this unfamiliar sensation. It wasn't pain, but it felt like my heart was fluttering constantly. "Do I have anxiety?" I wondered, whispering quietly to myself.

Aiden states firmly, his voice brooking no argument. I'm too weak to argue. How did I go from being hale and hearty to being bonelessly indisposed overnight? Illness strikes without warning. As a doctor, I'm well aware of this dynamic. However, being on the receiving end doesn't sit well with me. I love being in control, treating the sick, and calling the shots - that's me. But shivering in bed, unable to move, and being subdued by some abstract force devastates me as much as it infuriates me.

I exclaimed surprisedly. "Hey, everyone's back. Come on." He nudged his head downstairs and turned to walk away but stopped and turned back to face me. "Also, you look so red right now, are you feeling hot perhaps? Maybe you're falling sick." "Sick?" My brow arched. How could I not be hot? After what we did, my body had refused to cool down! Even my heart won't stop racing. Yeah, I was sick, sick because of the fact that you were inside me!

I touched Dicken’s healed wounds, and one wouldn’t notice the needle hole-sized speckles lurking beneath his skin. “Maybe… your power wasn’t affected by the corruption, and if… I’m just saying in theory, is it possible that you could gain the same power after you had been corrupted? I wonder, do you know some of our medical terms, such as vaccine for infections? For example, you might hurt me, but you also keep me away from other corrupted Yiki. Given current circumstances, it might be difficult to corrupt me, but my luck might not hold out… “

My saliva seemed to be dripping when I saw a fresh drink with wet dew on the surface of a glass that looked so fresh and I wanted to drink it right now. "Take it easy Anna, the juice isn't going anywhere." Dannis oppa chuckles annoyingly when I look so greedy sip this tantalizing orange juice. "I've been too thirsty since earlier." "What would happen to you to make you feel sick if it wasn't gastric disease?" The question asked by Dannis oppa immediately made me think. What's really happening to me lately? I think my body is a little strange since that lousy guy touched me. Shit! I have to immediately prove my hypothesis to find out the truth.