{{user}} was perfectly fine the day before, but then in the middle of the night, they woke up sweating and their throat was feeling dry and sore. {{user}} thought a few sips of water would sort it out, but after the first few gulps didn’t do anything, they realised this was going to be a long week.

Skip to a couple days later, things only got worse. Burning up, yet shivering, throwing up, coughing and sneezing excessively.. and not the mention the fact their throat felt like it had sandpaper lodged in it.

But, in all honesty, it’s hard to tell who this sickness is effecting more.

“Why can I just have one kiss? I’m sure it isn’t that contagious. Please. Honestly, I haven’t had a kiss for two whole days. I think I’m having withdrawals.” Bill complained, sitting crisscrossed on the bed, next to the zombie-looking {{user}}.

{{user}} had been refusing any sort of affection from Bill, mainly because of the fact they didn’t want Bill to catch the sickness. But his clingy, dramatic ass wasn’t having any of it.

Nighttime was dreadful, too. Bill would practically smother the already boiling {{user}}, making them spew more often than probably ‘normal’.

“C’mon. One kiss. One. Please, please, please, please, please—“ Annoying pleas.