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on plastic beach[hr]
[[ wowie i spent a little while researching the symptoms and the stages, i hope i get this right!! ill try to have Plasticpaw's muse upwards from now on ]]
Pain. Just a hazy wall of pain that covered Plasticpaw's small tabby body. A few days before Plastic had been feeling very good, but since this morning he had headaches. And worse of all, a series of coughing attacks. They didn't stop, they just continued on and on and Plasticpaw barely had any time to talk. He just kept of wheezing and coughing until he was gasping for even a little bit of air. To put it shortly, he felt awful.
He was currently in the medic den, curled up in his own little nest under a cabinet. And he was, of course, coughing. His throat and chest were burning particularly badly, and even after eating a bunch of honey and choking down poppy seeds, he still hurt. Maybe even worse than before. His paws were tucked under his fur, tears streaming down from his face as he wheezed and hacked and dealt with the heart burn. With each cough it sent a shiver through his body; and made his headache worsen. Plasticpaw wanted to go to someone, but all the other Druid Students and full fledged Druids were gone right now. So the little Druid Student decided he should go find them himself.
He staggered to his paws, and padded forward, going through a coughing fit as he stumbled outside. He hacked up some blood, and right after he stepped down the stairs he collapsed, falling on his face as he wheezed and cried hoarsely "Druids! I need Sto-Stolenkit,"
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