08-05-2008, 05:28 AM
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It was shortly after Laruku had left the camp that things had begun. Jasper had gathered up the large stew pot, which was still half full at the time, and had begun on his way in an attempt to carry it back home. He didn't make it very far though, stumbling down a hill a few short feet away. His chest had seized up quickly, as if someone was pressing down hard on it, and he'd lost his breath rather suddenly. He'd barely made it to the top of the hill, practically dragging himself with just his arms and hands, before his body refused to go any longer. His muscles had gone in to some frantic sort of state, like a spasm that just wouldn't stop, and when it was finally over he was to weak to try and make it any farther. He'd been there ever since. Jasper laid just inside the shade of a tall tree, stomach planted against the ground and arms stretched out in front of him, faced turned to the side in the dirt. A fever had since taken him, body hot to the touch, and the breaths that left him were forced and ragged. Bi-colored eyes were somewhat glazed over from exhaustion and pain. He'd been laying there for some time, not even sure of how long, and calling for help. His voice was weak though, barely above a whisper now, and he had given up since it had become that way. He was almost certain that he was dying. |