I'm Fine storyI'm Fine story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Pythor was in his bed, coughing and wheezing at moments, then blowing his nose in others*
*His sickness had been going on for days, every moment suffering*
Pythor: My Plans, RUINED! *Pythor faceplants into his pillow*
Skales: complaining about it isn't gonna make the fever go away.
*Skales closed the door that leads to Pythor's private room where he lay*
Skales: Or the coughing or the wheezing or the cold.
Pythor: I wish.
Skales: If it was that easy, then nobody would get sick.
Pythor: yah, and I would be shrouding the people of Ninjag