Feverish FightI'm sorry Treble. I...can hardly stay awake now.More Like This
My crimson eyes fight to stay open; they want to snap shut so bad right now. My armor is heavy on me and threatens to drag me back down on the makeshift blanket pile I consider a bed. Treble nuzzles my hand, trying to keep me moving. That's a good idea. Keep moving. Even if it's just scratching behind Treble's ear.
Treble gives a soft whine as though to ask me if I'm okay. He knows I'm not; he can see it in my eyes. He knows they're dulled so much. My petting is weak too. I know it is. He's moving himself under my hand to try to help me. Oh Treble...
It's just so warm...Please forgive me Treble. I need to sleep it off...
He's nuzzling me down and now he's got his paws on my chest, howling. Who is he trying to get? I'm okay, Treble. I'm just warm and s