因发烧睡觉没有回对象消息的写英语作文

因发烧睡觉没有回对象消息的写英语作文
全文共3篇示例，供读者参考
篇1
Fever Dream
I woke up in a daze, my head pounding like a drum. The room was spinning, and I felt like I was trapped in a sauna. As I slowly came to my senses, I realized I had slept through the entire day and most of the night. My phone was blowing up with missed calls and unread messages from Samantha. Oh no...
Samantha and I had been dating for almost a year, and she was the light of my life. We met in our freshman biology class and hit it off instantly over our shared love of cheesy sci-fi movies and bad puns. From that first study session, we were inseparable.
I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking as I scrolled through the barrage of texts from my worried girlfriend. Most of them followed a similar pattern - "Are you okay?" "Why aren't you answering?" "I'm getting worried..." As the time stamps got later into the night, the messages became more frantic - "This isn't like you at all!" "If you don't respond soon I'm coming over!"
My heart sank as I realized what must have happened. I had caught a nasty flu bug that had been going around campus, and I must have passed out from the fever shortly after getting home from classes yesterday. Samantha must have beenfrantic not hearing from me all night. I felt like the world's worst boyfriend.
I quickly typed out: "I'm so sorry, I've been sick with a terrible fever and just woke up. I'm okay, just out of it from being sick all night. I'll call you in a few minutes." I hit send and let out a long sigh of relief, running my hands through my sweat-soaked hair.
Not even two seconds later, my phone started ringing. It was Samantha. I answered with a meek, "Hello?"
"Oh my God, Hunter! Are you okay?? I've been worried sick about you!" Samantha's voice was a mixture of anger, panic, and relief. I could picture her pacing around her dorm room, hands on her hips.
"I'm alright, I promise. I came down with that awful flu somehow and I guess I got hit hard with a fever. I've been completely out of it," I groaned, suddenly becoming aware of how painfully dry my throat was. "I'm so sorry for not letting you know, I didn't mean to make you panic."
"You absolute idiot!" She was trying to stay mad, but I could hear the fondness breaking through her tone. "I almost called the police to go break down your door! I thought something terrible had happened!"
We stayed on the phone for over an hour after that. I tried to explain in my delirious state what had happened, but I'm sure most of it came out as an incoherent ramble. Samantha fussed over me, instructing me to take painkillers, drink plenty of fluids, and get back into bed. Her own angelic voice was probably the best medicine I could ask for.
Despite my pleas for her not to risk getting sick, Samantha insisted on coming over later with soup, Gatorade, and a stack of my favorite movies to binge in bed. As I drifted back into a heated slumber, I smiled knowing I had such an incredible girlfriend. Even when I accidentally caused her severe worry, her caring nature was unwavering.
The next few days were pretty miserable as I rode out the worst of the flu. Having Samantha by my side made it at least somewhat bearable. She forced fluids down my throat, blasted the A/C to combat my flashes of fever, and stayed up with me through the restless nights. Anytime I began to apologize again for causing her grief, she simply shushed me and told me to rest.
Once I finally turned the corner and the fever broke for good, it was like the clouds had parted. I could breathe again, taste again, and actually hold a decent conversation instead of mumbling about feverish hallucinations of giant talking koalas. As if she was expecting my revival, Samantha broke into the biggest, brightest smile when I came around.
"There's my guy! I was wondering when I'd get you back," she teased, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. Her cool hands caressed my ckmheeks and brushed my damp hair out of my eyes. "No more scaring me like that, okay? I can't handle the stress!"
I pulled her into a tight embrace, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo and relishing the feeling of her heart beating against mine. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you'll let me," I murmured into the crook of her neck.
As we pulled apart, I could see the glow returning to Samantha's face. She raised one eyebrow mischievously. "You know, now that you're feeling better, we do have some unfinished business..."
I must have looked absolutely puzzled, because she rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh come on, don't you remember? We were supposed to have a movie marathon over at my place a few
nights ago. With you stuck here sick, I've been dying to cash in that rain check!"
It all came flooding back - we had planned to binge-watch our favorite cult classic films, drinking unhealthy amounts of hot chocolate and making fun of all the over-the-top moments. Our favorite tradition. Leave it to Samantha to be concerned about something so trivial after she had spent days tenderly caring for me.
Chuckling, I leaned in until our foreheads were touching. "You're something else, you know that?"
She grinned back at me impishly. "I'll take that as a yes. Now go take a shower, you still reek!" She swatted me away with a laugh and got up to put a new movie into my laptop.
As the opening credits began to roll, Samantha nestled herself under my arm. Her presence was intoxicating - I felt renewed, revitalized. All the aches, chills, and nausea of the past few days were already becoming a distant memory.
Sure, I had inadvertently put the girl of my dreams through sheer panic and anguish when my stupid fever caused me to drop off the face of the planet. But here she was, having nursed
me back to health, bickering about bad movies and making me feel endlessly loved.
Laughing along with her at the cheesy special effects, I silently hoped that maybe one day I could be half as caring, resilient, and downright amazing as Samantha. But for now, I would settle for holding her close and whispering a heartfelt "Thank you for everything." Her brilliant smile was the only answer I needed.
篇2
A Feverish Night of Missed Messages
I've always been quite diligent about responding to messages, especially those from Jordan. They're my whole world, the love of my life, and I never want to leave them feeling ignored or neglected. However, one fateful Friday, circumstances beyond my control led to an evening of radio silence that had my poor partner worried sick.
It had been a brutal week - projects and exams piled up relentlessly as the semester raced towards its hectic conclusion. By the time Friday rolled around, I was utterly drained, both mentally and physically. During my morning biochemistry lecture,
I noticed my throat feeling scratchier than usual, but I brushed it off as just another side effect of stress and lack of sleep.
As the day progressed, though, things took a turn for the worse. With each passing hour, I felt a escalating tide of heat, chills, and dizzying fatigue washing over me. Despite downing bottles of electrolyte drinks, I could barely keep my eyes open during my afternoon lab. By the time I dragged myself back to my dorm, I knew I was in trouble.
The moment I entered my room, I fumbled for the thermometer and stuck it under my tongue. When it beeped, dread washed over me - 102.4°F (39.1°C). A raging fever, just what I didn't need with finals week rapidly approaching. I fired off a quick text to Jordan: "Hey babe, I'm not feeling too hot today. Looks like I came down with something. I may need to rest up this weekend."
Their reply came through swiftly: "Oh no! I'm so sorry you're under the weather. Get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids, okay? I'm here if you need anything at all." Just seeing those compassionate words raised my spirits a little. Jordan always knew how to make me feel loved and cared for.
I set my phone aside and immediately Changed into my comfiest pajamas. Too exhausted to even make myself a meager
meal, I crawled into bed, hugging my plush penguin tightly as my chills set in. "Just...need...to sleep this off," I muttered groggily before surrendering to the fever's demands.
Little did I know, I was about to be dead to the world for the next 14 hours.
When I finally pried open my crusted eyes, blinking in confusion at the streams of morning light peeking through my curtains, a wave of panic washed over me. My phone was practically vibrating off my nightstand with a deluge of notifications - all from Jordan. I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I scanned the utterly distraught messages.
"Hey, I didn't hear back from you for a while..."
"Did you fall asleep already? That's probably for the best if you're sick..."
"I'm getting a bit worried though, you usually always respond..."
"Please let me know you're okay when you get this..."
As the messages grew more frantic, interspersed with futile missed call notifications, I wanted to kick myself. Of course Jordan would be beside themselves if I just disappeared off the face of the earth with no explanation. They cared about me so
deeply, and here I had inadvertently put them through an emotional wringer by not so much as sending a quick "Going to sleep now, talk tomorrow!"
With shaking hands, I rapidly composed what I could:
"Jordan, I am so incredibly sorry. I fell asleep shortly after texting you yesterday and didn't wake up until just now. I missed all your messages and calls in the throes of this awful fever. I feel just terrible for making you worry like that - you know I would never purposefully ignore you. Please forgive me, I never meant to put you through that anxiety. I'm still feeling quite under the weather but I'm okay, just extremely drained. Thank you for caring about me so much, you mean everything to me and I'll be better about keeping you updated even when I'm sick. I love you."
I hit send and held my breath, praying Jordan hadn't already convinced themselves I was lying comatose in a ditch somewhere. A couple agonizing minutes ticked by before the bubbles appeared - they were typing a response.
"Rachel! Oh thanks heavens, I've been sick with worry all night. I completely understand, fevers can really knock you out like that. I'm just relieved you're okay. Please don't you dare apologize, I know you'd never intentionally leave me hanging if
you could help it. Focus on resting up and getting better, that's all that matters right now. I love you too, feel better soon!"
Reading those words, my tension melted away, replaced with a warm glow of affection for my wonderfully caring and understanding partner. Sure, the situation could have been avoided with a bit more forethought on my part, but Jordan's compassion and ability to understand what was truly important shone through more brightly than ever.
As I sipped gingerly on a mug of throat-coating honey tea, I marveled at how lucky I was to have someone so attuned to me in my life. With their love and support buoying me, I knew I would shake off this flu bug in no time. And from that point onward, you could bet I would be doubling down on keeping my other half in the loop, even through the foggiest of fevers.
When it came to our relationship, open and constant communication was key. While a small lapse was forgivable, I never wanted Jordan to experience that heart-dropping feeling of agonized uncertainty again. Our connection was too precious, too sacred to risk jeopardizing - even for a night. I silently promised to be more mindful, more present, from that delirious detour onward. And with quiet determination, I started drafting a prospect calendar system to ensure I always remained
篇3
Missing Messages
I woke up feeling absolutely terrible. My head was pounding, my throat was on fire, and I was drenched in sweat despite the chills running through my body. I must have caught that nasty flu that had been going around campus. Just my luck to get sick right before midterms.
I tried to get up to take some medicine, but I could barely muster the energy to roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand. That's when I saw the deluge of texts from Samantha. Oh no, I must have slept through her messages while I was out cold with this fever.
"Hey babe, how's your day going? " The first one was from around noon while I was still in my morning class.
"I was thinking we could grab dinner together at that new Italian place tonight if you're free?" She sent that around 4pm, probably right after her last class let out for the day.
Then the messages started getting more frantic as the hours ticked by without me responding.
"Hello? You still alive over there?"
"Did I do something to upset you?"
"Seriously, just tell me if you don't want to hang out tonight."
The last message just said "" and was sent around 10pm last night. My heart sank reading through them. Poor Samantha must have thought I was ignoring her or something.
I fired off a quick "I'm so so sorry, I've been knocked out with
a horrible flu all day. Just saw all your messages now" to try to do some damage control. She didn't respond right away, so I kept typing.
"I feel just awful, both physically from this bug that's going around and for leaving you hanging like that all night. You know I would never intentionally ignore you like that. You mean everything to me and the last thing I would ever want is to hurt you."
I poured my heart out for a few more paragraphs, apologizing profusely and reassuring her that my lack of communication was absolutely not intended as anything malicious. I just pray she sees the messages and doesn't stay mad at me.
Getting ghosted, even unintentionally, is such a painful experience. I know how anxious I get if Samantha doesn't respond to my texts for a little while. All those doubtful thoughts start creeping in - did I do something wrong? Do they not like me anymore? Should I have said something differently? The pit in your stomach just grows and grows.
I can't even imagine what I put her through by going radio silent for so many hours, especially when she was trying to make plans with me. She must have been Fighting back tears by the time that final "" message was sent, thinking our whole relationship was over or something.
We've been together for almost two years now, but that doesn't make the sting any less potent when you think you might be getting ghosted. If anything, it's even worse when you've invested so much time and emotion into a relationship, only to have it potentially slip through your fingers because of a miscommunication.
I know I'm probably being overdramatic and assuming the worst here. Samantha knows me better than that. We've been through too much together for her to seriously think I was ghosting her, especially without any warning signs or flat-out
ending things first. We love each other deeply; I know that without a doubt in my heart and mind.
Still, those nagging thoughts and anxious feelings are so hard to ignore when you're on the receiving end of unwanted silence and ambiguity. Even a couple hours can sometimes feel like an eternity when you're awaiting a pivotal response from a loved one. I obviously never intentionally meant to put her through that.
But knowing it was unintentional doesn't make those negative emotions any less real or impactful in the moment. Words can't describe the wave of relief I felt seeing her response finally come through as I was in the middle of my groveling message.
"Oh my poor baby, I had no idea you were so sick! Why didn't you say something earlier? Don't you dare try to get out of this apartment tonight, I'm coming over with soup and we can have a relaxing night in, just you and me."
She's such an angel. Any fear or doubt I may have had melted away instantly. Her care and understanding warmed my heart and made me feel like the luckiest guy in the world, even through this abysmal sickness. A few simple caring words and I
already felt miles better than I had just an hour ago. That's the power of love, I suppose.
I quickly responded saying I would leave the door unlocked for her and thanking her for being so incredibly understanding about the situation. I really didn't deserve such an amazing partner sometimes. But I certainly wasn't going to question it!
Modern relationships are so fascinating with how much emphasis is put on constant communication and receiving instantaneous responses. Maybe there's some practicality to that expectation, but it also inevitably breeds a lot of avoidable conflicts like this one.
We've become so conditioned to perceiving any lull in communication, no matter how brief, as a potential crisis situation. While I know that wasn't the case here, I still can't help but feel guilty for putting Samantha through such emotional turmoil, even for just a few hours. If only I had been coherent enough to send a quick "I'm sick and going to try to sleep it off, will explain more later" text earlier in the day.
But I suppose there's no point in beating myself up over something I couldn't control. Irrational fears and doubts are just par for the course when it comes to romance sometimes. You'd think being in an otherwise rock-solid relationship for multiple
years would eliminate those insecurities, but the heart wants what it wants. Or maybe I'm just being an overly sensitive doofus about the whole thing. Either way, I know communication is critical for any healthy partnership.
I've vowed to be more proactive about that, even if it's just a two-second text letting Samantha know if I'll be out of commission for a while. Anything to save us from the emotional trauma of another grand miscommunication like this one. Though I have a feeling making jokes about this night will become an ongoing tradition for us down the road. We can look back and laugh about how I sent her spiraling just by taking an accidental plague nap.
Assuming I don't miss her arrival in another feverish slumber, I'm sure Samantha and I will be able to have a long talk about everything while she nurses me back to health. Hopefully it brings us even closer together in the end. After all, what are partners for if not to take care of each other during our darkest hours of sickness and worry? I know I'd do the same for her in a heartbeat.
For tonight though, I'm just focusing on wrapping myself up in a cocoon of blankets and waiting for my beautiful nurse to come rescue me. Considering how long this awful day has felt,
that moment can't come soon enough. Maybe I'll finally be able to get some real restful sleep, curled up next to the love of my life without any doubt or fear lingering in the back of my mind. Sweet dreams indeed.。