Felix awoke, sweating and in pain. His throat was dry and his temperature was through the roof. He rolled and curled in on himself, groaning. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to sleep, not wanting to deal with the pain of having to go and leave his bed.
Felix awoke, quickly running to the bathroom where he leaned over the toilet and dry heaved. He managed to throw up the little food and water he had in his stomach.
He soon got up and let out a small breath, shaking with effort while walking to the medicine cabinet. He glanced at himself in the mirror before opening it and then closing it quickly, doing a double take.
He only knew one one thing.
His life was over.
