His body was coping rather well with the illness, though he looked like hell at that really concerned him was the cough. Occasionally he?d deal with a bit of a fever or body aches, for the most part though he was rather healthy. However, doing his regular routine of pack duties would not be helpful in his recovery. He?d continue being stubborn, not wanting to take any of the scarce resources for himself. He?d get well on his own. The next command was one he had no intentions of breaking. He would stay here in this dreary den until he was well. Then he?d be back in the lives of those he loved. "If you think it best, my love." His scratchy voice would sound as he watched her adoringly. Oh the time when his sickness was over could not come quick enough. Now that he could not all he wished to do was cover his wife in affectionate kisses. "I?m going to miss your kisses." He?d offer pitifully.
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