after four rounds of jose cuervo

Things had gone downhill quickly. Bowen, who had been so confident before about not caring whether or not she was in close proximity with the infected, was now deathly ill. Though she didn't sprout mushrooms like Haiku or Syanna, she leaked a glowing, almost metallic green fluid from her eyes, nose, mouth ears... It continually trickled like small waterways down her cream and copper coat. Her entire body hurt. It was hard to even move. With so much liquid in her nose, it was hard to breathe. Those were just the physical ailments. The worst, by far, was happening in Bowen's head.

The majority of the time, the woman looked catatonic. Her eyes were wide, the green liquid keeping them moist. Though her eyes were open, she saw nothing. Her mind was running rampant with horrible, negative thoughts. In her mind were gnashing teeth, screams, pain, doubts, her mothers telling her that she wasn't enough. As imaginary teeth bit into her flesh, Bowen visible flinched, a gasp pulling from her as she began to see the present once more. The linens around them were stained with the viscous fluid and more puddled as Bowen moved.

Haiku asked if she wanted more mead and Bowen opened her mouth to speak, but could only cough. Rivers of vibrant green poured out between her pristine, white teeth and she just shook her head no before laying back down, pressing herself tightly against the chocolate man. They were going to die.

"Bowen & Haiku"