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Subject: Not Well Author: Laeriel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:05:47 04/18/02 Thu Laeriel awoke to the pleasent sounds of birds chirping. She streached and yawned, she slept late. The sun had already risen well into the sky. She was about to leave the tree that had been her shelter for the night when she realized something was wrong. She felt strange. She usually awoke fully energized and ready for anything, but today she awoke tired and feverish. Her head swam and her limbs ached. She felt cold, but her skin was very warm to the touch. She thought hard, what could be wrong with her? Then, she thought back to the last time she drank or had something to eat. She hadn't had proper food or drink since well before she met Legolas and Lómódë. She cursed herself for her ignorance of her own bodily needs. She knew what happened to faeries, men, and even elves without proper drink: dehydration. How could I have been so foolish? She thought. The very last thing she needed was to be sick. She jumped down from the tree branch. Normally she could've easily landed on her feet, but today she landed sprawled on the ground. She moaned and rolled over on her side; she had to get up. Shakily, she rose to her feet. She just barely made it into the castle. She hardly made it three steps before she fell to her knees and vomited on the floor. She moaned in pain. She crawled over to the wall and colapsed, leaning against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms hugging her stomach. She was so thirsty, so hungry, so tired. The world started to go foggy. The lines of everything were blurred, her eyes began to close. Laeriel desprately tried to hold on to consciousness. She couldn't faint now, not when no one knew where she was. Then she realised, no one had come looking for her. It was late in the morning and no one knew she was gone. She truly regreted coming now, she really was unimportant. Her last thought as she slipped into unconsciousness was that she would leave as soon as she was well. Her eyes closed, and the world went black. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]