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Jor-El slumps in a booth, feeling feverish.
He is slumped forward, almost hunched over a large cup of some kind of broth, which he is staring at dully. His mind seems a little more clouded and his body feels alternately more alive and more troubled. His body seems to be constantly shivering and hurting and he isn't sure what to make of it.
All he knows this morning is that he is not happy and not well.
He is slumped forward, almost hunched over a large cup of some kind of broth, which he is staring at dully. His mind seems a little more clouded and his body feels alternately more alive and more troubled. His body seems to be constantly shivering and hurting and he isn't sure what to make of it.
All he knows this morning is that he is not happy and not well.