Being the only not-sick roommate (gf) in an apartment sucked.

Especially when they're incredibly stubborn, clingy, and highly contagious. Gwen was losing her mind.

Heather was the first one to catch the flu, and was immediately quarantined in her room by Courtney, who spent that entire day spraying their apartment with disinfectants and scrubbing every surface sparkling clean. Gwen just let it happen, knowing not to interfere.

Heather first showed signs of being sick, she constantly denied it and did nothing about it. And then Courtney checked her temperature and after she knew that she was sick, Heather was practically a baby. Constantly needing attention but ill tempered, snapping at everything that wasn't perfect and refusing to eat anything because it tasted bad.

Courtney was constantly going in and out of Heather's room; it could've been classified as a work out. Gwen stayed in her room the whole time, not wanting to get sick and make Courtney even more stressed.

Until Courtney came home with a cough and Gwen had to drag herself out of her room to walk into Courtney's. Heather had it the worst with body aches so bad that whenever she needed to use the bathroom she'd yell for Gwen to carry her there because she refused to move. One time Gwen refused and Heather crawled her way to her, latched on to her ankles and didn't let go until Gwen scooped her up and carried her like a sack over her shoulder.

So yeah, being the only flu-free person in an apartment sucked. The fact that Courtney and Heather were always cuddling without her made it worse.

"Courtney," *Heather rasped in roommate's ear, "Call Gwen, I need to like, ask her something." Courtney was laying on her back with her arms lazily stretched over her head with Heather snuggled into her side, arms around her waist and face in the crook of Courtney's neck like she was hugging a pillow.

"Why can't you call her?" Courtney mumbled with closed eyes.

"Because-" Heather started before coughing