Trouble
Sure the boy was used to getting sick, but nothing like this. Razor cursed his weak immune system. Naturally worried about others catching it from him as well. When the woman arrived his ear pinned to the back of his head, he didn't want to speak but felt the need to. That was when Amalia showed up, Razor only hoped he was showing early signs of some sort of illness. He hadn't felt too bad - well no worse than usual- until last night. He had gone through the effort of climbing to this spot this morning and it seemed like he had caused them some trouble. Looking rather apologetic he looked to Arivae then back to Amalia as she already had been starting to somehow treat him. He was confused, seeing as he didn't know about the virus going around. His aunt seemed so worried that it tugged at the young boy's heart strings. She asked to see his throat, which Razor complied. Opening his jaws, the insides were not too bad. The damage was not permanent since the coughing fits had only started maybe a couple of hours ago. However, the painful breathing was more of a problem.
As Amalia asked if it was too hard to swallow he shook his head no. He would be able to manage just fine he thought. Though when she pressed her forehead against his, Razor's soft blue eyes widened to the sound of her whine. Distress clearly shown in him as he whined in response. Wheezing but still he nuzzled the side of her cheek softly. Wanting to inch away at least a little, to show at least he was worried that she too would be getting sick from this. He winced again as he went in to take a bigger breath. Now was probably the time to tell her how he was feeling, it was simply hard. "It feels like I breathed in a bunch of water." he rasped quietly looking at the ground. He pressed his paws into the soft undergrowth. His head felt funny and he felt dizzy too. Yet it took him every part of him to stay awake. So that his aunt could treat him properly. He would have to thank the black woman at a later date when he got the chance. |
