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[The familiar sound of fighting from the cages were oddly quieter than usual. Arron knew with this major flu going around, tonight would be low on the intake but he was glad his fighters were determined to fight. The advertizing had worked pleasantly well. He had obtained several new fighters, two of which he had high hopes for. The cocky brothers proved themselves to him.
Arron had not left his office since the night previous. He blamed Callista for passing on her germs, but sickness was not going to stop the stubborn bastard. He lay on his couch with an ice pack covering his forehead. The last he checked his temperture had raised above 100 and his head was spliting in half with a headache that ran from the base of his skull to right over his right eye. His body was determined to vomit, but he fought it every step of the way. Tonight would be a battle all to itself, of his will against his body's.]
[Text to Asclepius/G. Oram]
I need you to come to the club with some drugs for this flu that's going around. I cannot be showig symptoms tonight during the fight.
-A. Wimund
Arron had not left his office since the night previous. He blamed Callista for passing on her germs, but sickness was not going to stop the stubborn bastard. He lay on his couch with an ice pack covering his forehead. The last he checked his temperture had raised above 100 and his head was spliting in half with a headache that ran from the base of his skull to right over his right eye. His body was determined to vomit, but he fought it every step of the way. Tonight would be a battle all to itself, of his will against his body's.]
[Text to Asclepius/G. Oram]
I need you to come to the club with some drugs for this flu that's going around. I cannot be showig symptoms tonight during the fight.
-A. Wimund