All he wants is to turn, to find a secluded place - maybe under the bed, against the wall - and sleep it all off. But then he thinks of Sybil, of her gentle smile and her worried face. The cubs. He needs to be strong and healthy to be around them.
He hungs his mouth open then, waiting for the thermometer.
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Date: 2015-10-18 02:03 pm (UTC)From:He hungs his mouth open then, waiting for the thermometer.