11-23-2017, 09:15 AM
The Lord was twitching in agony. He was clearly unconscious, but he was soaking wet in his own sweat. It wasn't a pleasant sight, Augustus was even paler than teh bedsheet. A lot of men were pressing down on him, pressing him down on the bed to allow for the doctor to wipe alcohol on him. One was prepared to let more blood from him, and his bare arms was twitching against the dcotor. THere had already been several attempts to let blood, and therefore his arm was marred with scars.
The fat lady was also eager to see the Lord for herself, for this could very well be his dying bed, and therefore didn't stop ORvin from getting away, instead, she used him as her ticket to enter that room that had been out of her reach before.
The fat lady was also eager to see the Lord for herself, for this could very well be his dying bed, and therefore didn't stop ORvin from getting away, instead, she used him as her ticket to enter that room that had been out of her reach before.
