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"Varian? Varian? Are you awake?" I knock on the door.

Pascal squeaks. I look at him.

"I know we shouldn't wake him up if he's resting but he might be hungry." I point out.

He nods. I creak open the door. The bed's sheets were pulled back. The bed looked torn. I enter the room. I move my hand over the bed sheets. There were tears in the sheets. They looked very jagged. They look like a wolf's been in his bed. I hear something from the other room.

"BLAWWWWWGGHH!" I hear.

Varian? Is he okay? I hurry to the door and push it open. Varian was bent over and making hurling sounds in the bucket.

"Are you okay?" I call.

"Mmhh! Fine.., hugghhr!" Varian spews.

Pascal winces.

"I'm just a little sick. HGGGRHH!" Varian says.

"Do you need help?" I ask.

He looks pretty pale. I'll drop by the doctor's to get him some medicine. Maybe he's just suffering from a cold. Maybe he just has the flu.

"I'll get you somethings." I smile.

"Thank- HRGGGGH! - you." Varian says.

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