chapter 01 :
i'm gawking at my pale fleshed skin on the glass of my room hoping to get well because i can't stand being sick in this particular moment of my life ... my blue large eyes feel so steamy and wet because of the cold i cached yesterday at the coffee shop
my roomate Frank is calling from his room
"Ana ! Ana ! gosh what are you doing we're gonne be late for today's lesson!"
right !
i have to get dressed and showered ,well i d love to but the thing is that my joints are crunched and hurting like hell and my nose .... oh my nose is quievering with some nasty liquids .. fuck illness
my subconcious rolled her eyes at me ,i dismissed her because it's not the right time to get along with her ... yes certainly NOT !
Frank entered my room wearing his purpule shirt with a pale tight jean ,he's so gay ... and my best men for now
his face drained off of color when he saw me
"ohh fuck no ! you look like hell Ana "
i chuckeled though my very constricted throat , he seemed so perplexed and annoyed
"you're a futur doctor Ana , you should treat yourself in that healthy way of a gleamy Doc !"
yes this year i will graduate from the med faculty and start working on the hospital ,but with this buzzing head and hurting tomy i won't be able to study ... shit
"dahh frank i was working a lot these days to get enough money for the rent and food "
he narrowed sitting on my bed crossing his legs and pecking at my reflection on the mirror
"yes but you exhausted yourself !"
i swallowed through my irritated throat then shock my head closing my eyes
"i guess i need a doctor "
"thank fuck ; i thought you ll never say it "
i beamed at him from the mirror then replied
"to heal my flue"
he smirked in that sardonic way that made me flush before even hearing his upcoming words
"and maybe the burning ache between your legs "
i giggled thrilled by his very inapropriate comment
Frank has always been this nasty friend that helpped me a lot , he was not just a roomate , i've known him when i moved in to Portland , he's a photographer a very good one ,his family couldn't accept his sexuality choice so he left his house when he was 18 , his first love Martin was a heartbreaker .... ohh that very handsom basterd
i took a shower but the pain in my stomach just accentuated , i think i ate something ... NOT good because i m feeling like hell and the flue added a mixture of all these symptomes .
in all the med books i ve been reading there's not even a page that describes how it really feels , i brushed my messy hair and put on my pencil skirt with a white blouse and my leather black jacket , i ll match it all with black boots .... yes i m not that fashion plastic never been actually
right just a little bit of orange juice it won't hurt , Frank is on the coach listening to some classic music resting his head full on the sofa and closing his innocent eyes ; he looked so peaceful and i didn't want to wake him up ... but i don't have a car , i sold mine to buy books , yes a nerd i know !
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