Sick as a Dog
[There was something off when he woke up this morning; something the young soldier couldn't quite identify. A foggy feeling in his head, his body not wanting to fully cooperate. He pressed on and bathed, heading out to begin his training. Several hours in one of the snow-covered rooms of the Nexus would build his stamina, increase his tolerance towards the elements -- he'd been left cold and wet after training before with no negative consequences. He knew where his limits were. Today, his limitations seemed greater than usual; forcing him to stop and return to the warmth of the Nexus.]
[Null's in a kitchen now, everything is beginning to take it's toll on him. He doesn't understand it and he doesn't like it. His head feels so heavy and it's difficult to think. His body is cold, shivering to try and stay warm but perspiration is dripping down his forehead. A firm pressure builds in his sinuses, his nose dripping as he lays his head on the table, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.]
[Null's in a kitchen now, everything is beginning to take it's toll on him. He doesn't understand it and he doesn't like it. His head feels so heavy and it's difficult to think. His body is cold, shivering to try and stay warm but perspiration is dripping down his forehead. A firm pressure builds in his sinuses, his nose dripping as he lays his head on the table, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.]