Change of Flatmate
Added 2024-02-06 23:22:18 +0000 UTC
"Good morning!" my annoying flatmate cheered as I entered the kitchen well past morning. I was feeling like shit despite only having had one beer yesterday. "Hi Chris." It must be something other than a hangover. My head was throbbing and I felt clammy, like I was having fever sweats. "Did you sleep alright?"
Why isn't he eating anything? Because it's almost noon. Why is he here at all then and not out running or lifting or whatever the fuck he spends his free time on? "I guess".
"Head hurt?" Why is he just standing there asking asinine questions?
"A bit? Why?"
"Any sweats yet? Are the clothes feeling tighter?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You can borrow a compression set, shirt and trousers. It should help with both."
I stand up to take a step toward him, to confront him despite my size, only to feel my blood pressure plummet as I get on my feet, and fall back into the kitchen chair. "Be careful," he says, rushing to my side. First movement he's made since I entered the kitchen.
"What did you do to me?" I frighten myself with how much weaker my voice is in just the few seconds I've been in the kitchen. I'm definitely sweating now, and beginning to shiver. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine. You'll be as new tomorrow. You'll see."
