The FanClub of Sick

Ash yawned and stretched. It was yet another day in which she would be extremely sick. She had come down with a chest infection, and was constantly coughing, sneezing, or looking through watery eyes.
"I hate being sick," she said.
"Me too," a random voice from the darkness said. Ash whipped her head around in attempt to detect the source of the voice.
"Over here, genius," the voice said again. Ash stared at her closet, and slowly began to get out of bed. There was someone there, watching her.
"Who are you?" Ash said shakily. The random voice laughed, but quickly turned into a coughy splutter. The random voice groaned.
"I'm Teagz, and I'm sick also. I've been throwing up for the past 5 years."
"Oh. That sucks ..."
"I know, right? I'm hoping my half-decade of throwing up will stop soon."
Ash nodded and hoped that a member of her family wouln't walk in and find a random girl standing next to her bed, throwing up.
"Sorry about that, my new fanclub of Sick buddy," Teagz said.
"It's ok ..." Ash began, cleaning up the spew with a rag she found nearby. "Um ... what's the fanclub of Sick?"
Teagz looked as though she had been shot. "WHAT?! The fanclub of Sick? Why, it's only the best and most awesomest club in the world!"
Ash smiled and jumped up and down with glee. "Do they have broccoli and cheese?!" Teagz nodded. "They sure do!"
"Alright, I'm in!"