Dec 27, 2009 23:10
[Trisha is in the kitchen cleaning dishes after what looks like dinner dishes. There's noise in the background, so obviously the kids are close by, in the other room maybe. She's humming a little tune as she does her work and the storm can clearly be seen from the window. Other than that, everything looks fine.]
[That is until Trisha begins coughing violently. She drops a plate, which shatters on the ground, as she covers her mouth and tries to calm her coughing attack down. She's shaking a bit and there are small spots of blood on her hands.]
[Her coughing does die down slightly after a moment, but she looks dizzy, as if she had a lot of trouble breathing during her little attack. He steadies herself against the counter as the PCD feed ends.]
coughcough,
fails at hiding stuff,
fading away,
failed at cleaning,
worrying my boys,
sick