Novel & Cerita Love Sick

(Serena's POV – Six Weeks Later) Liam got sick on a Wednesday. It started the way infant illness always started, which was to say it started with nothing that looked like a beginning. A slight warmth when I lifted him from the cot that morning that I told myself was the room, because the room had been warm, because it had been a close night and the window hadn't been open wide enough. It got worse in the afternoon but I told myself he was teething, because he had been working on a tooth for three weeks and teeth made babies miserable and this was the most reasonable explanation and I needed it to be the most reasonable explanation. A small, particular cry at two in the morning that I stood i

But I nodded anyway, urging him to continue. "He is uh..." He paused then, swallowing hard; a clear sign that whatever he wanted to say next was pretty hard for him. "Well, he's sick. Actually, he's been sick for a long time now, but he's been managing it well. But now, things are out of control, and it's pretty serious."

He lifted me into his arms and carried me back into our room. “Drink your water. I’m going to call the doctor and see if he can give you something for the sickness”. He placed me in our bed and pulled the covers around me. “Just rest please”. “I have a bug”. I spoke. “If anyone asks, that’s why I’m sick”. He nodded before closing the door behind him. .. I found rubbing my tummy helped. I still felt sick, but it wasn’t as bad as before. I was watching the vampire diaries and scrolling through my phone when he brought me some lunch.

“What’s there to explain? Sophia, I don’t want to hear any of your lies.” His eyes were full of disgust. “You only disgust me. The thought of being with you makes me sick. Once this is over, the first thing I’ll do is get a full medical check. “If I’ve caught any filthy disease from you, I’ll make sure you pay for it.” Quilla patted his back gently to comfort him. “Cole, don’t get angry over something like this. Getting sick over it isn’t worth it.” I curled up on the ground. My face was blue from the cold.

He told himself then dragged his heavy feet to get inside the building. ---------- “You’re okay?” No response from Francis, eyes only locked on his computer. Hana tapped her fingers on the table, making Francis come back to his senses. “I don’t think you’re okay.” “Why?” “You look unwell.” She moved her chair closer to him and placed her palm on his forehead. "But you have no fever." "He has no fever but he’s not feeling well. Do you know what that's called?" Brian looked at Hana. "That's love sickness."

This is a lot for me. I’ve been sick before, this isn’t the first time but this is the first time she would want to see me for being sick. “I’ll rather see you somewhere different from my home, Ma.” I say, shoving the tiny hurt I felt deep down. I just don’t want her in my home. “B-but are you okay to go out? Liam said you were very sick and had to ask—“ she paused, taking a deep breath. “Can you let me know where I could meet you?” She asked solemnly.

Sarah seemed to be convinced of the words uttered by Grace. What does the disease look like? It is almost morning on Earth. The disease has continued to spread. Every sick person has fluid-filled blisters on their legs. These blisters started to be tiny dots. Then, it grows as big as a cookie. They are red as the color of the blood. And when these sick people speak, their breaths are like the smell of a dead rat that is under the decomposition stage. These sick people experience a low-grade fever. They cannot also eat because their tongue is curled. Water is their only hope.

I take all my vitamins and exercise as my doctor instructs me to do—only people who are stressed and worried become sick. It sucks that I am one of these people. Ever since mom took that embarrassing photo of me and the KAT trio ripped my book in half, the worrying sunk in. I've never been a worrywart before, but when everything around me is spiraling, of course, I will make myself sick. "Lily-kins, you're hot. I am keeping you home today. I noticed you blocked me on all your social media accounts unless you deleted them. We can talk about that when you're well, of course. I'll call the school and tell them you're sick."

Shit, I'm gonna need the patience of a saint. Another cough rattles my chest, pulling against the not-yet-healed bruised tissue. It might be time to face the music and admit that I'm sick. Sick isn't a word I have in my vocabulary – I don't have time for that. But when it happens, it's awful and it takes the wind out of all my sails. I don't suffer from man flu like some of my friends do; when I'm sick, it's bad. And this right here? Feels really fucking bad. "Are you okay?" Leighton asks as she puts an arm around my waist.

" Ellie narrowed her eyes at her friend, feeling manhandled. "I'm not disagreeable! I'm concerned!" Shelby countered. "In all of the time that I've known you, I think I've seen you be sick enough to throw up maybe once and that was the year that the awful wolf flu swept through the entire village. Most of us were sick in bed for days, while you were sick for a couple of hours. No one has an immune system like you." Ellie couldn't argue with that. She honestly had no idea what might be the matter with her. All she knew was that she felt fine one second, and the next she felt lightheaded and like the inside of her stomach was dying to get out and have a look around.