it’s time isn’t it

*Laeta* · 11-17-2021, 10:05 PM

Can..can she take company? A whisper reached the ears of the little badger on the bed. Mel raised his head from where it was buried beneath Lae’s neck fur, scrambling to grab his golden monocle to see who was at the door. Upon seeing an intricately patterned wolf, only a little smaller than the woman he cared for, he sniffed and crept off the bed, returning the same bow the male had offered him in the doorway. "I-I believe she’d appreciate it, sir," The badger said softly, taking one forepaw to wipe his face. Luckily, he was unaffected by the ooze, like most of the companions in this place. At least that was fortunate.

Laeta’s chest heaved slightly as she coughed, the flourescent gunk clogging up her mouth. The rattling of her lungs due to her worsening illness was apparent, and yet another new glowing pustule had made its home on her shoulder, among several others that spotted her torso and legs. If Sota wished, he could enter the room, the badger beckoning him towards the woman. She was only able to move her head and part of her neck due to her injury, and she weakly raised it to spit out a massive clot of ooze into a bowl beside her face. The liquid ran in a seemingly endless torrent from her face, soaking into her fur, which remained almost constantly wet, slicked, and a complete mess. She looked beyond miserable. Truthfully, in her moments of lucidity, she had briefly considering asking Mel to steal some heavy sedatives from the pharmacy to..well..end her suffering. She quickly cast that aside, knowing how Mel would utterly fall apart at such a deadly request. She kept in under wraps, concealing it under soft smiles she offered to the badger, at least, when she remembered him. This illness often made her forget things, so far as to forget her companion, or even where she was.

It was agony, day in and day out, to be unable to care for herself. It was torture to lay on her side, her sore joints flaring up massively with throbbing pain. Her fever spiked and fell at random intervals, and she often lost gaps of time when she wasn’t asleep. She kept seeing visions and hearing voices of her dead family; her mother, her siblings, her father and uncles as well. Some days, they beckoned her to join them, though something was tying her back here. Why, though? Why, in her condition, was she being told by something out there that her time in this world was not yet finished? Wasn’t this illness on top of her paralysis cause for divine intervention?

Shooing away the thoughts, the woman blinked her ooze-slicked orbs to see a familiar face. Through the pain, the woman managed to crack a smile on her lips, lifting her head to meet the small wolf. Her gaze glimmered with recognition of him despite her excruciating pain. "Sota.." She croaked, swallowing back the thick ooze with a wet, hacking cough. She was so grateful for his company, as he was a kind soul. She needed that right now. The woman didn’t need judgement for her sins, or for how she deserved what had happened to her thus far. She needed to swallow back the fact that she was a burden to the pack as it stood, needing constant care while most of the pack was incapacitated by the illness as well. It was a sickly feeling that stuck to her mouth like the glowing smile that kept crawling down her features. She looked the male over, as if making sure he was really there, and added in a muffled voice, "I’m so glad..you’re here.."
"Speech"

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