Plague Ridden (SUPER slow updates)

Contraction

This is from the perspective of first person writing. I find it easer lol

It's bar close by the time I'm heading back to my apartment. I sagger along the back alley behind my complex. Seems like I dropped my mask somewhere, but I don't care. A homeless person is sleeping in a trash pile. He coughs violently as I walk past, but I just keep on going. To hell with this damn plague. When I finally make my way to the door, I can feel the alcohol catching up with me. Cold sweat coats my forehead, my hands are slick with sweat. My throat burns like fire. I flop on my bed and fall asleep.

-----------------------Morning----------------------

I wake up to a pounding headache and an uneasy stomach. My sheets are damp with sweat. I feel a lurch and run to the bathroom. Everything from the night before comes up. Turns out hard margaritas taste better the first time. I run the tap into my mouth and rinse the acid away. When I look up, my mirror is not my friend. My long brown hair is a birds nest. The circles around my eyes look like fresh bruises. My lips are cracked like old pavement. Another lurch sends me over the toilet yet again. I gasp for air between each torrent. At least now I feel better. I rinse my mouth again and thoroughly brush my teeth. I attempt my hair, but it seems to only get worse. I give up on my nest and head for coffee. I'm lucky I found that old coffee maker with the glass pitcher. I'll be needing way more that one cup today. I brew the strongest blend I have. While my life juice is brewing, I grab the crackers and nibble on them slowly, not wanting to try anything more complicated this morning. My throat burns when the salty crackers go down. My skin is practically pouring out sweat. "Just the hangover..." I tell myself, not wanting to get worried about this dumb plague. "There's no way I have it." The memory of the homeless man comes back then. My eyes widen as fear grips my heart like a vise. I run to the bathroom again. When I look in the mirror I notice the faint red lines around my eyes and lips. The way my skin is putting out sweat like there's no tomorrow.
I have it.
I have the plague.

Ok so! Here's the first chapter! I hope you like it! I worked really hard on the wording so it sounded natural. Honestly, just writing this have me the heebie jeebies! Im going to try to write as much as I can!
Thanks for reading this chapter!!
-Keith