Trouble
04-26-2016, 05:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-26-2016, 05:25 PM by Razor.)
The overwhelming sense of danger made his heart race, even though it already was. As his blue eyes continued to produce tears, it was the stranger first that would answer his morbid question. Her nose against his cheek, made him take in a sharp breath. Eyes wide, he never experienced a stranger touching him in this matter. It wasn't a bad feeling, in fact the gesture was appreciated. He pressed the side of his face into her for a second. Stopping his crying, as Amalia pushed into him as well. Razor tried to take in deep breaths. Met with a guttural cough as he lowered his head to avoid coughing on the two of them. Hacking up what tasted like blood. As he lowered his head he winced.
"Just make sure the two of you don't get sick." he whispered raspily. He carefully took the rest of the herbs, it would make him feel better. Razor told that to himself in his head. As long as he took these things like he was told like he always had he would be just fine. He shut his eyes as he tried to let out a calmed sigh, painfully so as he finished ingesting the soaked herbs. His throat felt a little better, but in a dizzy spell he forced himself to remain awake. |
