06-22-2018, 04:59 PM
He was sick, but that hadn't stopped him from doing everything he usually did. Especially with moving to a new camp, he had to help out with what he could. Besides, he was napping just like he had before, so it would hopefully go away after a while. Rest was always the answer, right? Well, it was already his answer to everything, so why would this be any different? But it was only getting worse, and before he had already felt like he was dying.
Internal bleeding was what Izuku had said, or at least, Aizawa thought he had. Either way, all he could taste was metal. He could hardly walk for long before having to take a rest, and even when he wasn't moving, his breathing had a shaky, raspy quality to it. After all this started, he had confined himself to the house he and the maine coon shared, but he still refused to stay in bed (or in other words, hammock). If he didn't keep an eye on him, Izuku would probably end up starving himself on accident, or worse.
But this morning was different. The lion had been drinking tea with goldenrod pretty much daily, but today, after having it first thing after waking up, it was only a few minutes later he ended up throwing it up into the trash bin. Okay, so to bed it was, then. Climbing up into the hammock he had strung up from wall to the other, he laid there stiffly, his stomach flip-flopping inside his body.
"SPEECH"
Internal bleeding was what Izuku had said, or at least, Aizawa thought he had. Either way, all he could taste was metal. He could hardly walk for long before having to take a rest, and even when he wasn't moving, his breathing had a shaky, raspy quality to it. After all this started, he had confined himself to the house he and the maine coon shared, but he still refused to stay in bed (or in other words, hammock). If he didn't keep an eye on him, Izuku would probably end up starving himself on accident, or worse.
But this morning was different. The lion had been drinking tea with goldenrod pretty much daily, but today, after having it first thing after waking up, it was only a few minutes later he ended up throwing it up into the trash bin. Okay, so to bed it was, then. Climbing up into the hammock he had strung up from wall to the other, he laid there stiffly, his stomach flip-flopping inside his body.
"SPEECH"