"Ugh..." I say as I get up from my bed to get to the trashcan. Just to wait there till I literally puke my guts out. "BLEGH!" I puke, wondering if I withstand the nausea i'm getting. "OH MY GOD WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" Shrimpo yells from the room next to my quarantined one. "YOUR GONNA BE THE REASON WE ALL DIE OF NOT GETTING SLEEP!" I try to reply, but when I puke, it does not just fall out of me. I sound like a crowd of a million people all shouting different words, basically gibberish. Morning comes, and I awaken with my head on my trashcan with ichor dripping down my lip. "Here's breakfast, [-----]," Shrimpo says exhaustedly, while slipping food from hole in my door. "Sorry..." I mumble. "Drop dead if your sorry then," Shrimpo says as he closed the hole. " Wait, where's Ginger?" I ask, "She the one who usually brings me food..." "I don't know. I don't care" Shrimpo said, walking away. When he was to far to hear me, I started to let myself tear up. Why did this have to happen? It was already bad enough being forgotten...
