You walk into your room one day and notice your roommate seems a little subdued.
You immediately go into denial.
But you eventually realize your predicament: Your little bugger of a roommate has probably been infectious for the LAST COUPLE OF DAYS. Which means that they probably got YOU sick.
Which, naturally, calls for excessive amounts of Lysol.
Not to mention a well-warranted, full-blown panic attak.
But ultimately, you remember that your roommate is the one who’s actually sick. And as a decent human being, you have a fiduciary responsibility to take care of them. And you ARE a decent human being, right?
So you shower them with love, mostly in the form of food
and work quietly so that they can sleep.
Because goodness knows there’s no way they’re actually sleeping at night when they’re doing all that coughing and/or retching.
And although you may not necessarily know what you’re doing, you convince yourself that it’s the sentiment and effort that counts.
You control yourself during the moment or two in which you are tempted to just leave them as the biohazard they are and just tell everyone else you know.
But congratulations! Once they recover, you and your roommate will have toughed it out and stuck together through sickness and health and emerge that much closer.
And of course, feel free to brag about how responsible you were to your friends.
So yeah, go out, get some rest, have a good time, whatever. You deserve it.
That is, until your roommate gets sick again.
Have any of your roommates ever gotten sick? If so, how did you react?
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