I don’t want to be sick ever again. I had to go to urgent care to extend my school excuse for an extra day. Here I am lying in bed doomscrolling Tok’d like I don’t have to be studying for the test I have tomorrow.
I have a couple of gaps in my memory from the first two days—fever delirium. I vaguely remember the conversation I had with Kae at 2 am… Me blaming him for giving me the Flu. Did it make sense I was blaming him almost a month after he had it himself and that he had been in Louisiana when I contracted the illness? Logically, no. Sick Serenya thought it made perfect sense.
I groaned as another motorcycle thirst trap popped up. “What the heck is up with my algorithm?” Since the day after New Year’s Day, it’s been non-stop. Fifteen-year-old me would be swooning, feral over this… No
