So I am tired af, feel like vomiting, and being a big crybaby because I am sick.
Which brings up another point.
How are these fictional people never sick? Or they don't get sick around other sick people?
Like, seriously.
Okay, listen to this paragraph and see what sounds wrong.
Niall had been in bed all day with the stomach flu. I hated seeing my poor angel in there, shamefully puking up the contents of his small lunch. He was a nauseous tint of green, shaking as if he didn't know what to do. Neither did I, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing his back as all of his half-digested food came out of his mouth. A groan came out of his mouth as the last of the vomit spit out. I wiped his lips clean with a paper towel, cleaned out his barf bowl, and returned to the room. I kissed him on the lips before sitting down again.
Um, he has the flipping stomach flu. You better go into that diddly darn bathroom and brush your diddly darn teeth before you end up the same way.
Stomach flu is contagious, and you just kissed him after he "shamefully puked up the contents of his lunch."
How about NO.
If that were me, I would be in the far corner of the room wearing a hazmat suit and equip myself with paper towels before it gets messy. I would never kiss somebody with the stomach flu, or any other contagious infection for that matter! So, go wash your hands.
Ya nayasteh.
Update: I wrote this when I had the stomach flu a few weeks ago but I'm better so yay. (:
