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"Our souls are but leaves in a storm, and only the gods know where we will come to rest."
― David Gemmell, Lion of Macedon
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Lynx yelled my name as he carefully cradled me in his arms.
"What's happening to her?" I heard Raven question.
"I don't know. She just suddenly started gasping for breath."
His hand made contact with my forehead only to shrink back as if a rabid animal had bit him.
"My God, she's burning up."
"Can you tell me what other symptoms she has?" Baasim asked calmly.
I opened my mouth to speak only to hear a small squeak escape my lips then my body started to tremble.
A film of sweat coated my forehead as my condition worsened.
Lynx named the reactions I was showing. With as much energy as I could muster, I pointed to my temple and Lynx understood telling Baasim of my headache, which was quickly starting to become a migraine.
"She's having a high fever. Be careful, she might start to hallucinate soon. Restrain her if you can." Baasim explained.
I gulped an invisible amount of saliva at the mention of hallucinations. My concern vanished when I realized that you had to see to experience hallucinations.
Raising my hand to touch Lynx's cheek to get his attention, I croaked, "Side effects."
He nodded and explained to everyone why I was suddenly in this condition.
It's the herb the Commander gave me; death's grip. He told me that the plant causes the person who swallowed it some sort of after effects, but he didn't tell me what they were, said I would figure it out.
Hmm, he planned that part out rather well...
I felt chills run through my body only to be replaced by another wave of heat. The headache and the craving for water only added to the horrible experience.
"I'm sorry, lad, but she'll just have to fight this without medical assistance. We only have ourselves in these cells, if you get sick there's a fifty-fifty chance of recovering."
Lynx looked down at me. I could tell he was distressed, muscles coiled too tightly, feeling so useless; could do nothing but wait and hope I make it out alive.
He's always so quick to become concerned for me. The waves told me he also felt pity for seeing me in the state I was in.
The room grew quiet as the only sound that could be heard throughout the prison was that of my frantic breathing.
The seismic ripples showed me the outlines of some women in a praying position; their lips moving in silent prayer.
They care for me even if they don't know me that well.
I don't deserve to be showed such kindness from strangers.
Time passed by slowly as Lynx tried desperately to calm me; his arms wrapped tightly around me, slowly rocking me back and forth and whispering words of comfort. I wanted to sleep, but the pain and constant switching of temperatures wouldn't let me. I felt lightheaded as more oxygen than necessary made its way into my lungs. The migraine would dull because of it but then intensify moments later.
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The Story of Midnight
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