I meant it when I said I wanna get well
06-11-2014, 08:16 PM
Days had passed since his last meal and the effects were beginning to take their toll on him. His eyes were glossy and sunken in, his nose was dry and his belly poked out for all the wrong reasons. The only thing he could keep down with moderate success was water, and even then the results were usually disastrous. Unlike an adult who could probably handle the illness better, Nemesis was suffering. When he wasn't hallucinating, he was seizing and if he wasn't seizing he was so shaky he couldn't stand. Far too young to question life and death, the boy was beginning to wonder what it would be like to just sleep forever. In his dreams he wasn't sick. He ran around with his siblings, chewed on Gaia's ears and played kings and queens until it just wasn't fun anymore...and then he played Thor. The god of Thunder was by far his favorite god. Nemesis wanted to be just like him. Well, except for the dying part. He wanted to throw lightning and draw everyone's attention with thunder. He wanted to be loud and he wanted to beat up Loki. Yes, indeed, Thor was his favorite. He thought Nemesis was a cool god too..until he learned that Nemesis was a girl. Not that there was anything wrong with girls, it was just that he was named after her and she wasn't a he. Nemesis! A girl's name! Even though he was a boy! What was his mother thinking? Sighing, Nemesis closed his eyes. Having forgotten that there was snow on the ground, he'd pulled himself outside the den to lay in the sun because he'd gotten cold and then had been too tired to crawl back in. Instead he just laid where he'd fallen; with his limbs tucked under him and his chin buried in the snow. He probably looked like a corpse, but he felt like one so it didn't matter too much. Speaking - - Thinking |
