*cough*
I am ill
coughing fits, sneezing, runny nose, chills.
The medicine I've been taking is not working very well,
This virus I have is putting me through hell.
*sneezes*
"Bless you!" my little sister said
I wrap up in a blanket and crawl into bed.
I cannot breathe well, I can't properly speak,
When I talk my voice has an odd creak.
Like an old door with a rusty hinge.
I let out a hard wheeze which makes me cringe.
WebMD says I'm near death.
Oh dear god.
This might be my last breath.
"No." I say.
This is just a cold.
Ew, mucus.
A nasty substance.
A contagious grime, making me unsafe to kiss.
I feel disgusting, with crumpled tissues beside me.
Taking antibiotics and drinking tea.
*cough* *cough*
