Post by Lycaeus on May 12, 2012 16:48:28 GMT -5
Lycaeus was, to put it bluntly, feeling horrible. He coughed when he got tired, and coughing made him tired (if you can work that out). The Apollo kids had taken him to an actual mortal hospital. The doctor had said it was some unidentified disease, and that there was nothing they could do.
The wolf daemon couldn't help but wonder if he was at the end of the line here. Was it possible? Well, normal colds didn't make a person cough out blood. His coughing fits had settled down for a moment now, but it didn't change the fact that his throat burned like it was on fire whenever he tried to speak, and no amount of water helped. Any small movements send prickling needles through his ribcage. Despite all that, he was determined to go with a smile if it happened.
The wolf daemon couldn't help but wonder if he was at the end of the line here. Was it possible? Well, normal colds didn't make a person cough out blood. His coughing fits had settled down for a moment now, but it didn't change the fact that his throat burned like it was on fire whenever he tried to speak, and no amount of water helped. Any small movements send prickling needles through his ribcage. Despite all that, he was determined to go with a smile if it happened.
