Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

Someone other than Vireya, apparently. “Wouldn’t it be better if you saw it yourself?” Mordane said, eyes bright with anticipation. Before I could argue, the sickness surged again. Head dropped into the bowl just in time. It burned, quick and violent, then faded into dry heaves that left my throat raw. Fuck. Of all the times to get sick, it had to be here. Not at home. Not somewhere safe. An unknown place, surrounded by people who wanted me dead. My head throbbed like it might split open. Curling up on the floor and giving up sounded tempting.

Of my sanity. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Not now. I'm not in the mood to talk to you about that." I huffed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to arouse people's curiosity only to leave them hanging?" "No one ever did. You'd be the first but your opinion does not matter to me so, yeah. You're gonna have to deal with it." Thoroughly pissed off, I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he spoke up again. "How long have you been sick?" I paused, contemplating my answer. He hadn't given me any straightforward answers so far, so why should I? I shrugged...or at least I tried to before groaning in pain.

"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. »

so unlike the suffocating, frantic state of flight it entered whenever I was near Draven. Am I sick? Because what on earth is this feeling?

her mouth took a perfectly round shape “Or does your boo boo still hurt? Mommy said you're sick...” “Yes, I am sick.” He can't stop himself from giving a stiff smile “Sick of myself, actually.” “Uh...” Millicent blinked, clearly not understanding anything he said “Well, then maybe you can't play. It's boring. One time I got really sick and mommy didn't let me go out to play even once. But then I got better when she started giving me my medicine and I never had to stay in bed again.” She said happily and, just as Massimo was about to ask if it had been a cold or something that had left her in bed, Millicent added “Do you also take medicine? Are they also bitter?”

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.

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?

Hot enough to make me forget how to breathe. Curiosity bites. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.”