In Sickness and Health

She was tired, but she was comforted having Gideon by her side. Never once had he left her through these past few weeks, and they had been absolutely horrid to say the least. The woman had felt the infection coming on, and once her eyes had started tearing blood, she made the decision to leave Valhalla before she could spread her ailment. She had expected to die alone, the fever had certainly made her feel as if she was going to keel over at any minute. The woman tucked herself away far from pack lands and although she couldn't hunt for herself, she drank plenty of water. A weak attempt to flush the sickness out of her system... only it didn't work because even water started coming back up.


When she was found, she had thought that it was a hallucination. Gideon James could not be standing before her, he was gone wasn't he? He was always gone! It pissed her off that he was never there, and in a fit of anger she would tumble into the brute, expecting him to vanish, to laugh at her, to not be real - but she slammed right into the brute, and was left looking up at him in awe, her eyes welling with crimson tears.


Things grew worse from there, and then better as her body tried to naturally fight off the disease... and then worse as it failed to without any sort of medicine. Neither she nor Gideon were exactly healers, and even if they were, they had no idea how to fix what was wrong. Chrysanthe knew that her best bet was heading to her mother - but the chance of infecting her pack was not one she wanted to take.


It was after weeks of hunting for her, and the woman only growing sicker when Gideon finally convinced her that they needed to go back to Valhalla. Winter was coming and at this rate they would both die of this damn illness...


So here they were, trudging back to Valhalla, tired, hungry but together, stopping near the edges of Wolfpaw lake. Chrysanthe felt enough at home to wander into the borders, and was a little too disoriented to tilt her head back and howl. "Gideon, call... mother for me?" She would whisper to the male, sitting down and catching her breath - away from the water's edge enough that she wouldn't contaminate it. Sick as a dog and getting worse by the minute, but she was still nervous to be here. What if she spread this? Or if the others had gotten it only for her to make everyone sick again?
She ignored the tick of her tail behind her, as well as the spasm of her right shoulder - it seemed to be a side affect of the illness. If she had been less exhausted she would have snickered and made a comment about dancing - and uhg, had it really taken so little time with Gideon for his weird sense of humor to work its way back into her system?