Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

He asked and I press my lips together. "I'm sorry I......" The strong urge to puke cut me off and I limp to the bathroom to vomit. God!,what's wrong with me. After vomiting,I wash my mouth and turned to leave but I met Lucian standing at the entrance. "Sir"I called in surprise and he scoff. "What's wrong with you?"He asked suspiciously. "I'm fine sir, maybe it's malaria" "Okay,I'll call the doctor now"He said bringing out his phone but I stopped him.

Please don’t be sick, please don’t be sick, please— My stomach gurgles. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I scramble to my feet and sprint for the bathroom. I make it with seconds to spare before I’m hurling my guts up. Violently. Over and over, unable to stop. Whatever Uncle drugged me with, it’s playing havoc with my stomach, and it feels like hours, days, months pass before the urge to be sick finally passes. But even then, I’m reluctant to wander too far from the bathroom. I have a feeling I’m going to need it again. And soon.

The one that hadn’t spoken had a faded scar on the side of his neck that looked like a bite wound. “Doctor Greyson told us you made a cure for this sickness. We’ve never seen a cure for this before, all that had it either died or became catatonic.” They were just sharing this now? “You mean there were people who survived without anything?” She was amazed by that. “Only a couple, but they have passed. It was a long time ago. Humans don’t seem to recover from this sickness. We’d like to know how you are doing it, and how you know you are immune as Greyson says. That is another rare thing.” She kind of felt like she was on trial. Did they have to do this here? Why ambush her in the hall? She ha

"Well, I, um, I feel a little, um, sick. . .?" He glared at me suspiciously. "Sick? Since when?" "Well, it was, um, yester-last night, I mean." I intertwined my fingers behind me cursing internally. I'd never been a good liar. But the last thing I wanted was for Benson to worry about me. Surely, he had more important things to do than worry about a lost cause. Benson folded his arms across his chest. "So, being sick makes you jump outta your skin when someone touches you?"

My head spun for a moment, then got better. This situation happened more frequently lately. My body got paralysed, and my head hurt. I felt like my heart was going to stop. Am I sick? I don’t want to. I am not allowed to; if I fell sick, I’d die because I don’t know anything about medicine. I want to stay healthy until I die. « What are you going to do now ? » he asked. « I thought of lazying around. »

"Did you ever fall sick with a chronic or acute illness? Were you ever diagnosed with a terminal disease that strangely disappeared after a while?" My forehead furrowed deeply, a small scowl perching on my lips as a distant memory took front and center stage in my head. A memory of me falling terrible sick with an illness that almost took my life. I didn't remember much about how I miraculously got healed or how the illness disappeared. "I remember falling very ill when I was little. It was a very serious and lasted for a long time. I don't remember how I got better. But I did." She frowned at my response, deep in thoughts and scribbled something in her notepad.

"Well, I do not know what is wrong but I have just thrown up this morning and I feel dizzy and weak." I supplied. Their eyes widened with excitement and amazement much to my chagrin. Did it sound good to them that I was sick? "What, does is excite you that I am sick? What is with the look?" I asked as I looked from one woman to the other. They shook their heads to debunk the accusations. "We are not excited that you are sick, my lady. We are only excited about what this ailment of yours might mean. It is good news!"

Ugh, why am I sick? "Are you pregnant?" His irritating voice reached my ears. "Fuck off." I hissed as I grabbed the counter and got back up on my feet. I looked over at Rowan who simply rolled his eyes. I washed my face, deciding to ignore his sad existence. Why was I sick?

That was either really sweet or really creepy, and I wasn't sure which option I preferred. "I like to read," I said defensively. "Sue me for having intellectual curiosity." "Hey, I'm not judging. I think it's cool that you're so into... what is it you're researching anyway?" And there it was. The question I'd been dreading and hoping for in equal measure. Because part of me was desperate to talk to someone about what I'd been finding, but the other part of me knew that getting anyone else involved in this mess was probably a terrible idea.

The thought sent a thrill coursing through me, and I felt it definitely was a source of maelstrom. His next text was much on the screen that was beginning to well up curiosity in me. Why, what happened? His question did all to pull me into that web of deception. I smiled, feeling cunningness as I typed my reply. "I've been sick all day, Arrow," I Texted back with innocent dripping words.