❤️ 🤒 A Bad Case of Feelings 🤒 ❤️ (F4A) (Best Friends to Lovers) (I’m Sick) (You Take Care of Me) (Long Adorable Confession)

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I'm coming, I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it, the door's not that far, and I have legs. Yep, very wobbly legs, okay, three, two, one, oh you are not Chinese food, hey, how's it going? Me? No, I'm just- I'm just hideous.

I've hidden from you for so long that, you know, one day it was bound to come out. Here we are, you see me for who I am, the Wicked Witch of the- what the heck? Uh oh, what brings you to my witch hut? Oh sweet mother of god, I don't deserve you, thank you, drugs, sweet, sweet, modern drugs, I love you and I've always appreciated your friendship, thank you so much, cough syrup, honey for tea, oh my god I would hug you if I wasn't disease contaminated, come in, come in, blessings on you and your local pharmaceutical company, yes I ordered Chinese food, what of it?

I know I require fresh vegetables, but fresh vegetables require chopping and standing and being in my kitchen and I can't do that when I'm oozing and sneezing and sniffling and flabbing, do you understand my dilemma and also I don't know how to make crispy spring rolls, don't judge me, I'm seeking comfort in these hard times, follow me to the boudoir, it's too hard, I'm not built for this level of difficulty, mind the tissues and the debris of snot that will no doubt be lingering everywhere, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, how I have missed thee, I ran out this morning and then I was like I'll replace them, and then I fell asleep and now it's now and luckily I have a fairy drug mother, it's such a pleasure to have you, thank you for being thoughtful and overbearing and overprotective and supplying me with modern medicine, you're an angel, and angels can't afford to get sick, so I love you, you might want to keep your distance, oh, go home, you do not want to be contaminated, ah, read and weep, this is the real me, the phlegmy, ready, pump me out of my misery, me, I'll have what you have, you have supplied me with drugs and brought me cough medicine, what more could a girl ask for, just a slight fever, don't worry I'm still using full sentences, no hallucinations yet, uh-uh, that's for tomorrow, when the devil made infections, he made them well, oh, okay, laying down, laying down, laying down, you go home now, yes, yes, no, yes, I want you to stay, no, I don't want you to get sick, no, I want to be selfish, but my feelings for you are making me say, no, go home, be safe, you, you see what a bother this friendship thing is, wanting to put your needs before my own, what is this, this sounds like communist propaganda, uh, I don't know, I don't know anything, I don't know words or phrases or sentences or sense, I don't know anything, all I know is my head, oh, my head, my head, I feel like Megamind, like a blue dabba dee dabba da with a huge head, go home, you don't want to listen to me moan, it's not the good kind of moaning, oh, which is a shame, because I'm really quite good at those, I'm not the loudest lady on the block, but personally, I never thought volume was the key ingredient to that solution, uh, it's depth of feeling, plus sensuality, plus authenticity, you know a real moan when you hear one, exactly like that, uh, I'm okay. You've done more than enough. You see anybody else here? No? You're the only one who gives a damn and I really appreciate that.

Without you I would be drugless and that's not a world I want to live in. Thank you for friendship and drugs and giving a damn. I'll remember you in my will.

Well, you're welcome to my PS4 and my PS5, but only if I die, okay? Uh-huh. I can't believe you came and saved me.

You were only stuff that makes pain go away. What is that of not saving someone? Can I tell you a secret? I am not a dignified sick person.

Mm-mm. There's no regalness or quiet calm or inspiring sense of positivity. I am, in fact, a baby.

And you, font of wisdom, saw me and said, that girl is a baby and baby needs drugs. And it's that level of honesty that has sustained this friendship for so long and I'm so, so grateful. I love you, but do not get too close.

You don't need all this up in your face. You say that now. Wait till I infect you.

Well, if I do, fair's fair. I'll come sit by your deathbed. Uh-huh.

We're in this together. Side by side. Spit by spit.

Oh, there will be spitting. I even have a spittoon. Yes, but a sexy spittoon.

It's in my little cute cup. Even illness has to be aesthetic nowadays. No, it's just that all my cups are cute, so that's handy.

Actually, I think you got me this one. Thank you for my spittoon cup. Just what I always wanted.

On top of the many other favors you've already done, when the flu gets here, will you please just place it within arm's reach, so when I regain consciousness, I can just roll and shove in my mouth? Thank you very much. Ow.

Go home soon. You won't be told. You're like the love and trust in a vampire movie.

No, I'm not scared. I love you. It's like, you dumb fuck.

I'm trying to save you. Stop stubbornly trying to show me affection. You bellaswan-ass motherfucker.

I trust you. You shouldn't. That is a dumb decision.

Yeah, well, it just so happens that your dumb decisions benefit me, so, you know. I appreciate you. I really do, though.

Well, when you have a narcissistic mother, no father, and no siblings, and you're struggling to make friends, struggling to make friends, you treasure the people that show up with drugs. Consider yourself treasured. And thought of, and appreciated, and just.

.. Why do you have to be so heckin' decent? From day one, you've been nothing, but let me get that for you.

Hey, I'll hold the door. Don't worry about it. It's like, oh, oh.

You stupid son of a bitch. Now I'm gonna never let go. And it might annoy you, and I'm sorry.

I am sorry if it's annoying. Oh, good, because I'm not sorry enough to stop. I'm serious.

Your ass is grass, and I'm gonna mow it lovingly, because the things we love deserve attention and care. You. ..

Caring, giving a damn, and showing up here, and making me feel things besides a headache. That's very rude. No, actually, it's the opposite of rude.

It's very nice, and cute, and confusing, and. .. I'm talking a lot.

Have you noticed? Noticing I'm hallucinating, but apparently, fevers can also make people chatterboxes. Which is really weird, because I'm really tired.

Here I go. I'm not shutting up. I'm gonna say something.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. We don't want to go down that road.

Oh, you say that, but once I open Pandora's box, it's like, damn, this box don't have a lid. The lid blew off, and we have no idea where it is, and now the box is leaking spiders. And frogs, and spiders, and.

.. Bugs, and pestilence, and. ..

What are the other things? No, no, no. Let's keep the box closed.

We've done it for so long now, anyway. Years of feelings just slammed into that little guy. We sure have.

Years of feelings, and glances, and wonder, all just shoved in there. Never to be fully open, always to be slightly teased. Especially at 3 a.m.

, when loneliness hits really hard. You know when you're in that state of gibberish, where you're like, stop now, and then your mouth is like, but hey, let's just do it anyway, because we're already there. That's where I feel we're at.

Oh. My head hurts. My cheeks are red.

You're here, smiling at me and holding my hand. You don't make sense. My feelings do, but you don't.

No, I make perfect sense. I'm rough, and clumsy, and messy, and. ..

A product of my foundations, and you are just. .. You're just so.

.. Decent. Like, you're not nice, like.

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