Death Before Me

Plague

Hart laid on the floor, coughing up a lung as he groaned, training was going swell other then he was deadly ill, with a type of plague glooming around his body. He waves his hands in defeat, sighing out loud. " The first time you've ever dropped onto the floor dad, you're not getting old are you?" Calyx questioned as he helped his father up with slight smirk. " Me, old, oh kiddo you're funny." Hart tried to laugh, his stomach turning as he coughed hard, he covered his mouth before blood could be seen. He felt his heart sink, and his energy drain... whatever was eating at him wasn't going easy. He pats his sons shoulder weakly, limping to his  throne slowly as he dropped is weak body. " Dad, I'm serious, what's the matter? You've been coughing all day and you have no strength," Caylx questioned, looking to his father. " It's nothing, it's really nothing I'll be totally fine," fine wasn't the word he was looking for, and his body agreed. He started coughing again, he gripped his stomach tightly. His breathing started to pick up and his chest seemed to tighten up quickly. He spit up blood groaning as he Caylx gasped. " Dad! That's not okay! I'm getting the doctor!" Caylx took off running, Hart tried calling him back his voice to raspy and weak to even hear himself. He closed his eyes trying to catch just a little rest, without warning he felt a cold rag placed over his eyes, he grabbed the hand that dared to get near him, he only heard a laugh, his wife. " Goodness Hart it's only a rag I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to help you out," she chuckled again, kissing the top of his head. He could only groan in response, keeping his eyes weakly closed. Whatever was getting to him was getting to him fast. " Hun, do you want to lay in bed? I'm sure it will be better than what you're doing right now. You need to rest up dear or this won't go away," she kindly said, petting his head gently. He was already nearly asleep not wanting to move or think of what was going on. He felt like he was dying and he wasn't really sure if he liked that or not. He had a great life ahead of him but he was ready to finally rest up. He fell into a deep sleep with that though. Did he let the plague win? Or did he beat the plague himself? He didn't know this was just the beginning of this horrid plague.