One hell of a night

The sickness was evident by all her coughing and sneezing and it troubled her that she couldn?t focus enough to treat herself. She had grown accustomed to healing after the epidemic. She began to understand how important she was as a healer. It was far more important than a fighter in her book because without healing, when a fighter was injured, they would be out of a job. It was an interesting perspective but it was there and it was in her mind. She had a fever and a terrible cold. She was coughing up her meals. She had some kind of the flu or even a stomach bug but it wasn't pretty.


She refused to let anyone see her after arriving late to the meeting and she was sure she would slowly get better on her own. She did take some feverfew to aid with the fever because she needed to get strong again. She had been getting a lot of sleep and she?d been staying hydrated as well as fed. She wasn?t totally gone yet but she was pretty damned close. It would take a miracle or another healer or someone to intervene for her to actually find the willpower to get herself well again. She needed someone to keep her focused and on task.