09-21-2017, 02:46 PM
Morrison drank some quietly and grimaced when it burned his throat, taking another gulp and swishing it about his mouth before spewing it out into the bucket. He moaned softly in discomfort, his stomach was tight and he could barely move, he thought his wound was infected but little did he know that wasn't it at all. "No... I'm not."he said simply, his eyes drifting closed for a moment as he laid there,"Just sick... Bloated... I think it's infected."he looked down to his bandages though none of them were bloody, not even a little.
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