No one can save me now ;; open + insomnia + fever + depression

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    [justify]At first the effects of his sleep loss had been subtle, but now they were really beginning to catch up with him. He felt so weak, so tired, like he couldn't do anything. He didn't even want to move, he just wanted to sleep. But that was where the problem was, he just couldn't sleep, he didn't know why, but it took ages to fall asleep, and he always woke up a few hours after, not even seeming to have gained energy during the night. He hadn't a clue why, it just happened. As for now, the sha would lay in camp, his body temperature rising as the sunlight shone on him, heating his body up. If only he hadn't his powers, maybe then he wouldn't feel so hot, so tired, if only he didn't have his powers maybe he could consider himself normal.[/justify]

    "Matthew? Are you alright?" the paladin asked the combatant with worried eyes as he padded over, not used to seeing Matthew so still. Normally, the sha was doing something instead of just resting, but now... Something was off. He didn't know what, but there seemed to be a problem of some kind. "Can I help?" he asked, not even awaiting the response because it was quite clear he wasn't at a 100% right now. He doubted he'd be of help, but maybe asking was already good enough? It was a step, right? And maybe he could be of use.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]It was odd, seeing Matthew perpetually still, lying in the sunlight - and it didn't seem as if he was contentedly sunbathing, either. The servaline's fictional brows furrowed, concern traversing her features, as her ashen oculars settled upon the resting individual. "Matthew, are you feeling okay?" It didn't seem so - though she hoped that he was alright. If he wasn't, however, they'd likely be best fetching a medic - that, and getting him a glass of water, and somewhere in the shade for him to rest.

    [justify]Oh, he was starting to draw attention. Well, he should have expected it, you didn't just see some random sha every day. In fact, he had the good idea he was the only sha within Blizzardclan, at least right now. Yellow gaze trailing towards the blurry shapes of both Tama and Storm, they would faintly glow. He didn't really have the energy to speak, let alone lift his head, so hopefully they wouldn't feel like he were ignoring them.[/justify]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]It certainly seemed as if he had been weakened. Concern gripped her chest, and worry traversed her features. Her ashen oculars would shift towards Storm. "Could you keep him company, while Tama goes to get a medic?" She'd ask of him, before her gaze returned to Matthew. "Tama will be back in a moment - just hang in there, alright?" He was going to be fine - there was no doubt about that. He would pull through, and in a couple of days, everything was going to be alright again. That would be the best possible outcome, anyhow.

    He looked really bad. Really really bad. Nodding, Storm confirmed that he'd stay with Matthew. Even though he wasn't sure if he could consider the sha a friend, he sort of liked the guy. They were on the same path in a way, seeing they had been promoted at the same time and stuff. "I'm not planning on leaving you by yourself" he barked with a faint smile, hoping it would sort of comfort the combatant. Maybe it'd make him feel a bit better too.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]Mary would approach, carefully placing a paw on Matt's back. It was... burning. [b]"You have a fever — can anyone get me ice?" the medic would ask. Someone here had to have elemental powers. "Do you want to eat anything? If not, you should rest..." she would say. "Drink lots of water," it didn't seem he had the energy for it right now, but when he did, he would have to do those things.
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