Trouble

This morning felt especially nauseating. He was used to being sick, but this felt almost awful. His breathing was slurred, it felt like he had ingested some water. Which he wouldn't know how that would have happened unless he submerged himself. Last night he could have sworn his mother walked into his den to see him. It felt and sounded real, but he knew it wasn't because she was dead. Razor debated getting up and seeking out Amalia, but he was too tired. He had found a spot in the grove to relax even though he looked worse than he usually did anyway.

Giving a shiver, he coughed wincing as he did the young male pulled back his ears. He wanted to complain how much it hurt, but that wouldn't solve anything would it. Lowering his head to his front paws. He tried to relax himself, jagged breathing bringing it painful to even take in air. It was a vital function though it wasn't as if he could just stop breathing.

ooc: Anyone is free to come upon the infected Razor.