08-24-2008, 09:49 PM
private for Ahren. can we date this august 23?
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The sky rumbled discontentedly, and the first few drops landed heavily on the roof. Glancing up, though he couldn't see anything except wood, Endymion groaned. He'd put off seeing Ahren for a while and now it was raining. Just wonderful. The wolf rose from his chair between his two patients and shuffled to the cupboard, rubbing his pale eyes. He was still very exhausted, even though he'd had a wonderful nap earlier, though it was coupled with a bad dream. He'd already forgotten the dream, but he hadn't forgotten the horrible feeling he had when he woke up; his heart had nearly beat itself out of his chest and his mouth had been dry. Now, though, he was calm and moving almost robotically.
Sighing, (something he did a lot lately) Endymion retrieved a water jug, baster, and a jar of dried herbs from the cupboard and closed the squeaky door quietly. He knew the sound wouldn't wake the men, but he did it out of habit anyway. Besides, it just didn't seem right to make a lot of noise when people could be dying. Dying, he thought. Before he stepped out, the wolf placed a hand on both their foreheads; still burning. Another sigh and he was walking out the door, then sprinting through the rain to the shed. The cool air and moisture felt wonderful in comparison to the stuffy room, but he didn't have time to enjoy it. He yanked the door open and squeezed himself inside, and he was engulfed in darkness and sickness once more.
As his eyes adjusted to the lack of substantial light, Endymion placed his supplies on the floor and then sat, hoping he wasn't sitting in any waste. Soon enough he could make out Ahren's outline and the spasmodic movement of his chest. Reaching out a hand, the wolf lightly brushed the older man's shoulder. "Ahren?" he whispered. "Can you hear me?"
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