Kismet felt awful. Was it something he had eaten? Actually come to think of it he hadn't eaten for a while. Maybe that was the problem, though even the thought of food made his stomach turn. To be completely honest he didn't much feel like getting up either, he felt dizzy enough lying down he daren't find out how bad it'd be if he attempted to stand. Lying here feeling sorry for himself seemed like the better option. Sleep would help, he'd sleep. He may have already been doing that on and off for the past couple of days though he'd be lying if he said he had any idea how much time had passed since he'd resigned himself to being stuck in his den.
