He couldn?t stop shaking. He wasn?t sure what the hell was going on... But his body was shaking and jerking... Small movements though they felt sharp, massive to his still developing body. Please... Someone... His thoughts were desperate, at least those that could form. Finally someone would approach. A flash of brown, and his father was curling around him. F?li opened his mouth, trying to speak, but the words wouldn?t come. His father?s voice would reach his ears, bringing the boy some sort of calm as his body slowly fell still. His father was curled around him, adding to the strange fever and cradling his head. He was panting a bit, keeping his eyes closed for a moment, though he would hear Sorrel arrive, asking his father if something he brought could help.
The twin would open his mis-matched orbs again, a soft whine coming from him. Even if he was already hot he was glad his father was there. His body felt numb after what had been a mini-seizure, combined with the some more intense spasming in places. His head would shift slightly, just so he could look up at his father as more of the blood tears continued to fall. His voice was afraid... So very afraid of what was happening to him. ?Daddy... What?s wrong with me?? He knew he was sick... Very sick... But this sickness wasn?t like a regular fever or an upset stomach.
Worry would grow too. The healers would be able to make him better... Right? He would give a shiver, a soft groan as his stomach seemed to clench as it did when it was upset. ?My body hurts... And it feels kinda numb...? His words were another whine. He was hoping someone knew something that could help him. Someone. Anyone. He didn?t turn his gaze towards Sorrel... He couldn?t imagine what his twin might be thinking at seeing him in this state. Ears fell back on his head, hoping, praying that his father might have some sort of answer for the strange illness.
"Speech"
