Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

I joined her on the bed to find out what was going on. "Little one, are you alright? You look sick." She smiled a weak smile before replying. "I don't feel too good; I feel weak and nauseous." "What could be the cause? Maybe you caught something from the humans that is why you are feeling like this." "I don't think so; we didn't have much contact with them then." "I think I am sick because I came to a new place; you know, people used to be car sick." I looked at her as if she had said the most stupid thing ever.

Ah, yes you have zombies but I'm not a zombie tss! "Yes?" "Are you okay? maybe you're sick, you just don't say it."

"What did you just say to me?" Fear grabbed my throat. My mind raced, looking for any excuse, any way out. "I'm not feeling well. I think I'm getting sick. A fever. You wouldn't want me to embarrass you by being sick in front of everyone, would you?" The words tumbled out fast, desperate. "I'll be useless to you."

How would he know about sicknesses and curses? “Is there a curse or a sickness that causes trembling in the muscles and a racing heart? In addition, loss of appetite and a mind always in the air, intensive thinking, unwanted attraction, the need to possess something or someone, awareness over your simplest actions and doing the best to stay in the best…”

She asked me perplexed "Are you feeling better now?" I asked her "Not really, I still feel like crap." She chuckled, "I hate being sick." "I don't think you are sick," I replied She gave me an odd look…"But I feel horrible." I leaned forward and pressed my bead on her stomach, and followed it up by inhaling deeply, her scent filled my nostrils and I could not hide my smile any longer.

I asked, confused, wondering what was going on. "Since you need intensive care, your body is really..." He paused mid-sentence. "Really desperate for help." He let out a sigh and pressed his forehead. I could smell his pheromones, the ones that are different from the Sweet Tangerines. I think he seems a tad frustrated at the moment. "You get Hanahaki Disease, right?" The question caught me off guard, and I gave a slow nod as I processed it. "When did that happen again?" I'm not really sure I want to go into that. To be honest, this disease reminds me of some of the worst memories of my life. I'd rather not think about it anymore. I'd rather forget it, honestly.

Dumb face: did that gross you out enough to fess up your location? Yup. Me: I'm at home. Dumb face: What? Why? Me: I'm sick. Dumb face: What?! How? Dumb face: Forget that see you in a minute. What? No this is my period. Boys are gross out by girls and their periods. I don't need Aaron to be grossed out by me. Me: No Aaron don't come. Dumb face: Wait what kind of sick are you? Aspirin sick or chocolate sick.

I think I'm going to be sick. Sick, why was sick such a weird word. "Where's your room?" I shrugged, "Where's your room?" I asked stabbing a finger into his shoulder, wait, was he wearing a metal shirt or something. I frowned looking at my index finger, did I break it? I felt myself being dragged and I dug my heels into the ground, "Hey, I don't want to go," I as having fun! I mean whoever turned the disco lights on were amazing. I heard him mutter something, did no one tell him that only crazy people spoke to themsel-oh wait. Did that mean I was mental? I mean I always spoke to myself or my cat who never replied,

In the sink,I rinsed my mouth and grabbed my toothbrush from it's holder,as I brushed my teeth I stared at my self in the mirror and the image i could see of me was alarming, I looked sick. Wondering what could be suddenly wrong with me as I touched my head to notice a slight fever,I rinsed my mouth a again placing my toothbrush brush back on it holder as I made a mental note to get a new one,cause I knew I would not be able to deal with the thought of using the same toothbrush probably reeking from bile mix.

As I suddenly feel uneasy What was that look? Should I be scared? Or should I be asking myself why a part of me wants to turn back?