Health is not valued till sickness comes

So here is is three months since first getting my cough and I'm still sick. I have another doctor's appointment tomorrow during which I predict he'll says things like "hmmm, that doesn't sound good" and "let's try this medicine instead." At this point, I'm thinking I'll just take everything all at the same time. If it doesn't kill me it just might cure me.

Warning: Badfic Alert!

nyxmidnight shared this small *sarcasm* gem */sarcasm* with me today. For those not in the know, the fandom is the video game, Devil May Cry.

Dante walked in the door of his apartment. Like usual Dawnya was just finishing dinner for the two of them. Dawnya had moved in with Dante a few weeks ago. Dante was sure she was the girl he needed. The one to come home to every night. Though he could never tell her of what he really did. All she knew was that he was a private detective. Hey I mean it was a job that could last days at a time or could not receive a “case” in a while. She didn’t mind. All she wanted was someone who cared. Someone to hold her in her times of need. Someone whom she could trust. Someone willing to protect her from anything.

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After blinking in stunned amazement a few times, I quickly typed up my response.

Dante walked in the door of his apartment. He stared at the girl making dinner in the kitchen. The girl stared at him.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Dante said. Then he walked back out of the apartment.

Damn it, he thought to himself. All these doors look the same. That's the third time this week I've walked into the wrong apartment.