mmm, okay, i just hate feeling icky like this. /he sighed and when the other got close he closed his mouth tightly. the other may not mind his bad breath but he did himself. he hated having bad breath, when the other pulled away he started speaking again; I know but this isn’t normal bad breath this is i just puked six times bad breath. /he sighed and rubbed his face feeling the other check his temperature;
i haven’t gone, no. i didn’t want to go anywhere, i will don’t really wanna go anywhere. i just want to lay down and rot. i feel so gross. /he looked at his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it before sticking it in his mouth; im gonna have to buy a new toothbrush. /he groaned and then just started crying because everything felt overwhelming and he felt like butt, his face fell into his hands and he cried for a minute before starting to brush his teeth again, as he brushed he looked up at his boyfriend; do you think i need to go to the doctor? /it was muffled by his current activity but he wanted to ask, as he brushed he gagged and pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth quickly, he didn’t even care, he just spit into the toilet and then more tears fell; i can’t even brush my teeth! this is so pathetic! /his arms flailed and he pulled his lip into his teeth;