Somewhere to belong

A wet cough rumbles through her chest as the two wolves talk and Haydée simply lays there, drifting between the sleep and waking worlds with the ease that only fevers can bring. Lia’s voice pulls her eyes open and she blinks blurry eyes up at the autumn-clad woman, mind sluggishly rolling over the instructions as her body is gently propped up. The tea is pressed toward her and she weakly laps at the warm liquid, pulling it into her mouth to swallow down her scratchy throat.

The heat cools the tickle that lingers at the back of her throat, threatening to send her into a coughing fit at any moment. As she drinks, her body heaves each breath, the rattling sound alerting trained ears to the fluid that had built up in her lungs. Haydée has to pause a few times in her effort to down the tea so that she can catch her breath but she manages to take in all of the tea as the healer ordered.

A rough, rumbling cough rolls through her body as she finishes and exhaustedly lays back against her furs, nothing coming up and out but the cough sounds wet. Lia’s gentle paws do not elicit any sounds of pain and, in fact, Haydée was so engrossed in her task that she hardly even noticed the soft presses into her sides. Eyelids start to flutter shut as she waits to hear what else she must do.


"Haydée Kedieo"