My Bothersome Life - Chapter 354

I quickly changed into the onesie, twirling while facing myself in the mirror. It was extremely comfy while the fabric was smooth and soft. I frowned when I found some red spots faintly appearing at the upper parts of my arms and legs. It probably had to do with all the sugar that Luke couldn’t clean out from yesterday. Although Ben and Luke tried their best, there was only so much they could do within a day.

I found that this vessel to be very sensitive. Since it didn’t get exposed to those kinds of food early on, it barely had any resistance to it. Luke was right that if I ate anything unfamiliar, I would likely get sick. But this body would get weaker as time passed, only used to eating certain food that wouldn’t aggravate it. This was part of the reason I was so desperate to eat anything else other than the food Luke forced me to eat.

I didn’t want to eat a single bite of pizza later on, to get extremely sick afterwards. My world of junk and processed foods would completely leave me. This world had much more delicious food to offer than the fancy ones in the first district. I was glad I only wore clothes with long sleeves since I have been strangely feeling cold lately.

“How is it?” I jumped to show Evan when he came out of his room.

“You look pretty in everything,” he quickly turned his head.

“Don’t I?” I continued to tease him.

I stopped when I began to cough from the slightly poor air. It was better than the last time I visited this house. It was also annoying how the quality of air mattered so much to this body. I didn’t know why I was more sensitive to it than Luke was. He didn’t cough as much as me. This body was getting more annoying by the minute.

“Are you ok?” Evan offered me his hand.

“I’m fine,” I grabbed onto the rails.

“It’ll get better soon,” I wobbled back towards my room.

I couldn’t stop coughing as it was hard to stop once it started. Maybe I shouldn’t have drank five bottles of maple syrup at their house. I was desperately looking for something sweet to help me with my poor throat. My ears perked as I could also hear Luke coughing in the room next to me. I began to think that this coughing was infectious.

I knocked on his door to ask for some cough drops. Luke always carried some medicine around. This was how I survived in my parent’s house last time as well. I could already see him drinking a bottle when I opened the door. I sat beside him on his bed, looking at the bottle to ask him for some myself.

He understood what I was asking for as he pulled out another bottle from his inventory. He passed it to me after opening the lid. I smiled as the cough drops began to work immediately, but it was unfortunate how there was a limit in how many you could drink per day. This was the only medicine I liked since it tasted sweet.

“Your hands are cold,” he held my hands.

“Aren’t they always?” I looked the other way.

“Your temperature keeps on changing to the extremes and I can’t bring the medical equipment here to keep it stable,” he frowned.

“I’ll get better soon,” I tried to convince him.

My body couldn’t rely on all those machines forever. It needed to heal on its own to make my immune system more durable. But Luke always got worried when he found anything wrong with me that he resorted to using all those medicines right away. Although I didn’t like getting sick, this was the perfect chance to make my body stronger.

I rose to walk out of his room before he changed his mind. Maybe I would go downstairs for a bit before I decided to sleep. I wanted to see some TV while I could. I missed watching the news instead of reading it from my tablet. I started to step down a stair as my head suddenly wobbled, making me lose my balance. I could feel myself falling but didn’t have the strength to pick myself up from feeling weaker than usual for the last few days.

This body was really annoying. As usual from the side effects of using that memorila, I found myself continuing from where it left off from a forgotten portion of this vessel’s memories. I began to pity the young Rika who didn’t stop crying. She played inside the garden as the tutor had finally lost his patience. He gave up on her after she finished the minimal number of worksheets for math for today.

Meanwhile, Luke watched her from the balcony on top of the garden. He held a light research book, about the size of an a.d.u.l.t’s pocket. Rika liked picking flowers as she imagined that she was a princess. She laughed as she arranged them into a crown and some rings. There were so many pretty flowers she had never seen before.

Large roses in all the colours of the rainbow, sprouting lilies, tulips and marigolds. She held them all in her hands, admiring their beauty. Luke wondered what was so exciting about some delicate flowers that would die soon after they were picked. It would create more work for the servants to clean her mess later.

Rika’s eyes sparkled when she found a pretty white flower on top of a green pad near the edge of the glimmering blue lake. This was the only flower she didn’t pick yet. She snapped a tree branch to push the lily pad closer to her. Luke watched her, thinking she would fall into the lake soon with how close she leaned towards the edge.