He had woken from his slumber, the confines of his den all around him. Groggy, he would stretch. Though each movement would prove unbearable as an intense soreness seemed to grip him. His nose was runny as well, had he gotten sick overnight? A cold? Fever perhaps? It would seem to be the latter. Eyes were runny, though they teared cleanly. Allergies? No. Definitely a mild fever. He felt terrible, though not as terrible as what he would soon come to find. Reluctantly, he would raise to his paws and slide out of his den. The territory seemed eerily quiet, as if the world was holding its breath for something. At least, until a cry would break through the deathly silence.
Surprise would take him momentarily, confused and wondering if he had imagined it. Though the call would ring in his ears and within his head, no. It definitely wasn't his imagination. Shaky legs would propel him forward, though he walked with somewhat of a sway as his head pounded. A headache had caught hold of him, and it caused his head to pound with each step, and yet he would not falter. He recognized the voice that had called, and it was the same boy he was to train with. What was wrong? He would only wonder.
It would take him no more then a few short moments to locate the other boys whereabouts. He would press through the brush, narrowed eyes refocusing as Novocaine's scent grew, and with it the deathly scent of something more. A sense of dread would grip him, and his steps would hasten. Novocaine would finally come into sight, though Sora's heard would begin to beat madly against his broad chest at the sight. "Novocaine!" A sudden cry would slip from his lips, massive form rushing to the seizing boys side. What the hell was going on?! He had never seen anything like this before! The bloodied face of the boy seemed incredibly pained, but it was the convulsing that frightened Sora more then anything. Lowering himself, he would stand over the boy. Trying to keep him from rolling about as breath came ragged. He would try to keep him steady, and his head would tilt back to call for help...He didn't care who it was at this point, but they needed help. He wanted to look for Uisge, the only one he knew who had some sort of herbal knowledge. But he didn't want to leave Novocaine alone. He would hope now, that Uisge or someone had heard him. "Hang in there, help is coming!" He would utter helplessly, unsure whether or not the boy had heard. Someone..please hurry.
"Speech"
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