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I had become confined to my bed for at least two weeks now. I somehow caught very nasty cold, and couldn't stop throwing up.
The weather was changing and it was now freezing in Florida. These few weeks had been nothing but misery for me. The first week I locked myself in my room sulking, feeling sorry for myself. Casey had won Khalil heart back without even trying before I even got the chance to tell him how I felt. It took him no time to take her back. I realized that I had strong feelings for Khalil after I cried for two days because he went back to his girlfriend.
I tried forcing myself to believe that it was just an attachment to what's in between his legs— but, regrettably it was way more than that.
I'm mad at myself for confusing our friendship with sex to begin with. I was so sure that I'd never catch feelings. The second week was when the sickness started to occur and it carried over into this current week, being the third. I had been to the doctor and they pumped me with fluids and sent me home advising me to rest up and allow the virus to pass careful not to infect anyone else because it was indeed contagious.
I couldn't keep any food down so I kept a gallon of water next to me to avoid becoming dehydrated.
My mother's monthly dinner had rolled around again and I didn't wanna go, but Bernice didn't give a damn about no sickness. It was work, or being out of town. Those were the only two excuses. I would never hear the end of it if I didn't show my face.
I drug myself out of bed so that I could take care of my hygiene. I managed to shower and finish off my morning routine with ease, thankfully. I had been struggling just to get out of the bed everyday. I brushed through my hair, put on some makeup and picked out something to throw on from my closet.
I decided on some red sweats, a plain white shirt and an oversized flannel so I wouldn't be shivering. Anemia would definitely tear my ass up. I put on some fuzzy socks and stuffed my feet into some Balenciaga sneakers, not caring how I looked.
I stuffed my phone and charger into my purse along with some Tylenol and carefully walked downstairs. I grabbed my keys from the bowl and walked— more like jogged to my car. I threw my bag in the passenger seat before turning the heat on as well as the seat warmers. I laid my head on the steering wheel while I let the car warm up.
I only hoped that my mother is grateful for my efforts to show up because I was miserable every second of it.
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