Frankly, My Dear...
03-31-2013, 03:22 PM
His voice was getting louder, and before she knew it he had found her. She did not move as she listened to his questions, and as badly as she wanted to, she did not look at him. She was embarrassed that he would ever see her in this condition. "I'm very sick Gerhadt." She shakily spoke. Words hurt almost as much as her organs did. "I.... I don't know. A while. I can't keep track of time anymore." Her breathing quickened, the muscles beneath her pelt shaking rapidly. She felt like she was freezing, but it was only a devilish trick the fever was playing on her. She wanted to feel Gerhardt's warmth so badly, but she remained still. She didn't want to risk infecting him. Speech, |