Medicine Cabinet [EPIDEMIC MEETING]
05-20-2014, 11:49 PM
The man had not gotten much sleep that night, how could he when his own son was so deathly ill, his form convulsing violently every so often and then there had been the blood. It was a nightmare, and one Gitan wasn?t sure he would ever fully recover from. There had to be something he could do, something more than watching and making sure his son didn?t hit his head every time his body began to shake uncontrollably. As the dawn light began to just barely bleed into the den a call reached them. He wasn?t a healer, but he was going to be damned if he sat by while his son suffered. Rising gently so as not to disturb those of his family that had managed to sleep he exited the den. He was tired, looked like hell no doubt and frankly felt much the same way but he approached the small gathering all the same, gaze upon his paws. ?F?licien has caught this twice damned sickness? ? He would state, obvious fear in his voice. ?I am no healer but I will also not sit by and let this thing take my son. Besides of which while I?m not certain Symphony is fully recovered, I can seek out her knowledge should we need it.? He would then lift his gaze, defiance clear even if it was accompanied by exhaustion and fear. Speech, |