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milliways_bar2007-02-25 05:02 pm
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Roderick's mood, over the past few days, had been improving.
Had been.
When he awoke this morning, his throat had clenched and sent him into a violent coughing fit -- one that produced blood with each choked gasp. Thoughts of Madeline had invaded his mind yet again during the night, plaguing him with nightmares that made him scream in his sleep and sweat cold bullets that drip dropped in his dreams like rain.
But he's downstairs, now, in a chair near the fire with legs curled under his faintly trembling form. In his hands is a mug of tea just warm enough to be sipped at without hesitation, mixed with honey and lemon to soothe his aching throat.
When control is once again beginning to slip from his grasp, there's no hiding it.
Had been.
When he awoke this morning, his throat had clenched and sent him into a violent coughing fit -- one that produced blood with each choked gasp. Thoughts of Madeline had invaded his mind yet again during the night, plaguing him with nightmares that made him scream in his sleep and sweat cold bullets that drip dropped in his dreams like rain.
But he's downstairs, now, in a chair near the fire with legs curled under his faintly trembling form. In his hands is a mug of tea just warm enough to be sipped at without hesitation, mixed with honey and lemon to soothe his aching throat.
When control is once again beginning to slip from his grasp, there's no hiding it.
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He was one of those hypochondriac, sickly kids who probably had the same cold from age 3 to age 20.