Sunday: Illness
Miserable sounds came from Kyo's apartment the morning before his 35th birthday. Flopping back down on the futon, he stared in to the early morning darkness, wheezing. His vocal cords had officially had enough of this coughing business, and his chest was aching and rattling with each breath. So... He'd found out one thing about dreams so far: you could still catch a cold from kissing a sick person.
Dragging himself out of bed and throwing on some clothing and a face mask, he sighed to himself. As he shuffled out of the apartment and locked the front door, he couldn't help but be a little okay with being sick...as long as it meant that he had really been there. This thought through quickly dissipated with a raucous sneeze that sent him staggering on this way.
Dragging himself out of bed and throwing on some clothing and a face mask, he sighed to himself. As he shuffled out of the apartment and locked the front door, he couldn't help but be a little okay with being sick...as long as it meant that he had really been there. This thought through quickly dissipated with a raucous sneeze that sent him staggering on this way.