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Chapter 114 by Somburliss Somburliss

End of Part 4

Begin Part 5

Constitution Check: Failed!

You roll over and look at your alarm clock. It’s 9 AM, so you should probably get out of bed, but your head is killing you. Just a little longer. You cough a few times, roll over, and go back to sleep. Sniffle…


What time is it? You start to roll over, but a pulsing, stinging pain in your head stops you. The time doesn’t matter that much. Whatever time it is, you’re just going to rest a little while longer. You tried hard yesterday, so you deserve some rest.


Why is it so hot? With a struggle, you kick your sheets off of you. There, that’s better. Wait, now you’re cold. And you can’t breathe through your nose. You turn to check the time, and it’s… 11 something? It’s hard to tell because the room is spinning. Cough, cough… This doesn’t look good. It’s almost like you’re sick, but that’s impossible. You have badges to collect, so you can’t be sick. You’ll just sleep this off.


“Rise and shine, Sleepyslut!” Nurse Joy announces, making short work of your bedroom door. “It’s already noon, shouldn’t you be getting… Emilia? Goodness, are you alright!?”

“I’m fingh, Nurse Shoy. Rea’y to go!” You spring to your feet and give her a smile. …Then teeter to the ground like a fallen tree.

“What are you doing, you stupid girl! You’re obviously sick! Get back in bed this instant!” the nurse cries.

“Okaaaaaay,” you say while remaining firmly on the floor.

“Tsk, I guess it can’t be helped.” Nurse Joy helps you into bed and tucks you in.

“I can’ lay here. I haff to become ma Pokamhon Mghashter,” you whine.

“Silence! When I peel your dirty, disheveled body off the ground and drag it back here to be displayed in the lobby, it will happen because you’ve once again been used as a sex toy by some degenerate. NOT because you were roaming around while sick as a dog on MY watch!”

“But…”

“No buts! Not even the slutty one you’re laying on!”

You smirk slightly at her comment, and she returns a smirk of her own.

“I’m going to get a wet cloth. You’re burning up. If I find you out of bed when I get back, a flu will be the least of your concerns.”

You nod. It’s not like you have any energy left to move anyway. Siiiiiiigh… Why’d you have to get sick now?

Status Gained: Sick

Are you going to be okay?

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