In real life, guys just won’t hold your hair off your face while you vomit.
Heart of Midnight — Fiona Brand
I mean, he better be holding my hair off of my face. If I am pregnant, he put that thing in my vagina. He is 85% responsible for it.
Okay, well, see, now I feel like we need to have a discussion about the differences between a vagina and a uterus. lol
On a more serious note, shortly after I moved 1,000 miles away to be with Uncle Walter, I got very, very sick. To the point where he had to help me to the shower, hold me up, and wash me, because I physically lacked the strength to do it on my own. He had to help me to the toilet and pull down my pants for me. Thankfully I was still able to wipe myself. But really, I mean, I was THAT sick, then spent 6 days in the hospital and almost needed massive surgery (except his parents did a TON of research for me and figured out that I really didn’t, for which I am very grateful). And what that did was cement in my mind that, while there are people who will help you and people who will be there for you, it’s the person who will actually help you use the bathroom that you really want to keep. Over the years I’m pleased to say that I have never regretted the decision to keep him, and also that I’ve been able to return the favor. :)
"Why did you just take off your shirt?"
"My contract says I have to every ten minutes of screen time."
It’s a werewolf thing. You probably wouldn’t understand.
Ravaged by the Pack — Ellen Waite