08-12-2008, 08:08 PM
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She snorted gently at his comment, the sound muffled by her forarms. Not that sick, eh? Well, she sure as hell wasn’t bright-eyed and bushy-tailed either. His words didn’t install any hope in her, however; quite the opposite. All she could infer from it was that she probably had hallucinations and seizures to go through if this was going to get any worse. Just what she wanted, to accompany the throat-on-fire and generally shitty feeling! Well… that or “sore throat and cough”. She frowned, feeling as though that were the understatement of the year. If anyone else had compared her malady with the common cold, she would have punched them. If she had the energy to do so, that is.
Food? The whole idea of eating had become less and less important to her nowadays. She was pretty sure it was attributed to the illness… but who knew? She didn’t feel necessarily sick when she thought of finding something to eat, but it wasn’t exactly at the top of her things she wanted to do. And yet, seeing as though the last time she ate something had been nearly a day and a half ago, she decided she better try before her body simply gave out due to lack of nutrition. She hauled herself to her feet — being sure to do so rather slowly, so the blood wouldn’t rush from her head and knock her out — and then faced Laurel. “Sure. Food sounds good,” she said, frowning fiercely at the hoarse sound of her own voice. She absentmindedly began to walk back towards the main camp. “Any ideas?” She didn't have any.
She snorted gently at his comment, the sound muffled by her forarms. Not that sick, eh? Well, she sure as hell wasn’t bright-eyed and bushy-tailed either. His words didn’t install any hope in her, however; quite the opposite. All she could infer from it was that she probably had hallucinations and seizures to go through if this was going to get any worse. Just what she wanted, to accompany the throat-on-fire and generally shitty feeling! Well… that or “sore throat and cough”. She frowned, feeling as though that were the understatement of the year. If anyone else had compared her malady with the common cold, she would have punched them. If she had the energy to do so, that is.
Food? The whole idea of eating had become less and less important to her nowadays. She was pretty sure it was attributed to the illness… but who knew? She didn’t feel necessarily sick when she thought of finding something to eat, but it wasn’t exactly at the top of her things she wanted to do. And yet, seeing as though the last time she ate something had been nearly a day and a half ago, she decided she better try before her body simply gave out due to lack of nutrition. She hauled herself to her feet — being sure to do so rather slowly, so the blood wouldn’t rush from her head and knock her out — and then faced Laurel. “Sure. Food sounds good,” she said, frowning fiercely at the hoarse sound of her own voice. She absentmindedly began to walk back towards the main camp. “Any ideas?” She didn't have any.