Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 15, 2010 0:44:13 GMT -5
Fall and Winter, it was two seasons that Kristopher hated with a passion, hated it far more then fighting and blood shed. For the next seven months his body would try to rip itself apart, as normal. Naelona had already began getting Kristopher warmer clothing, newer and with less holes. He was even getting a better blanket, well used but still much warmer then what he currently had.
But sometimes, no matter how well they prepared, it didn't matter. At this very moment, Kristopher stood in the small storage room of the hospital, digging through the cabinets that were now, mostly empty due to the weather change and people becoming ill. He was doing his normal run of making sure everything was in stock, of course it wasn't, it never was, ever.
Even though it was getting cooler and only a mere seventy degree's outside, Kristopher was wrapped up in a padded jean jacket with a hood on it, pants and his normal sweater that he wore in the Fall. His hair was tied back in a messy ponytail most of his hair had fallen out from his daily chores.
Kristopher sighed helplessly as he stared into an empty box that once held cough drops and the like. "Great." he muttered, coughing into his elbow. "The one thing I could really use and we don't have any." The blond coughed three more times, his body shaking. He was becoming ill and there really wasn't much he could do about it or anyone for that matter.
"Damn'it." He muttered, rubbing his throat. God, his coughs always sounded worse then he really was, and he only had a cold right now, throat sore from the constant drainage. However, a simple cold could always turn into the worse for the poor lad.
But this did not stop him on his quest for medication of some kind. He needed some kind of relief before he went back to work or he would be coughing every five minutes! The dust wasn't helping either, damn Jim, he didn't do his job well on keeping shit cleaned.
But sometimes, no matter how well they prepared, it didn't matter. At this very moment, Kristopher stood in the small storage room of the hospital, digging through the cabinets that were now, mostly empty due to the weather change and people becoming ill. He was doing his normal run of making sure everything was in stock, of course it wasn't, it never was, ever.
Even though it was getting cooler and only a mere seventy degree's outside, Kristopher was wrapped up in a padded jean jacket with a hood on it, pants and his normal sweater that he wore in the Fall. His hair was tied back in a messy ponytail most of his hair had fallen out from his daily chores.
Kristopher sighed helplessly as he stared into an empty box that once held cough drops and the like. "Great." he muttered, coughing into his elbow. "The one thing I could really use and we don't have any." The blond coughed three more times, his body shaking. He was becoming ill and there really wasn't much he could do about it or anyone for that matter.
"Damn'it." He muttered, rubbing his throat. God, his coughs always sounded worse then he really was, and he only had a cold right now, throat sore from the constant drainage. However, a simple cold could always turn into the worse for the poor lad.
But this did not stop him on his quest for medication of some kind. He needed some kind of relief before he went back to work or he would be coughing every five minutes! The dust wasn't helping either, damn Jim, he didn't do his job well on keeping shit cleaned.