Post by fong on Dec 1, 2007 17:39:20 GMT -5
Fong bolted upright coughing horribly. His throat was sore, his eyes blood shot and his head was pounding. If I could only stop coughing long enough to get some sleep I’m sure I could get well. Fong thought to himself.
It hadn’t even been a week since the cough first started but it seemed to get worse by the day and now almost by the hour. He couldn’t recall the last time his head had pounded so hard. Reaching for a cup of water sitting next to the bed Fong lurched forward knocking over the glass. He sat there for a moment clutching his sides. A sudden wave of relief passed over him and he fell onto his back. Wheezing for a moment he started to daze off. His eyes heavy he slowly drifted back into the unrestful sleep, only to be disturbed again by momentary fits of coughing. The next mornings sun broke into the room. Fong struggled out of the bed and stumbled around , slightly disoriented. After a few moments he gained some sense of balance and started to dress. The day progressed slowly from that point by evening Fong was starting to coupe with the illness and was finally getting things accomplished. After filing a few request forms for the council meeting he set off to the bank. The coughing was now almost constent and his throat hurt worse and worse. Mayor Triest was standing in the town square greeting the citizens as they went about their daily activities.
Semper *cough cough* Veritas Mayor Triest.
Always Truth Chancellor. A look of concern flashed over Samon’s face.
Is all well Fong? You seem ill.
Tis just a bit of a chill, I’ll be fine.
Either way we will send for Raedyn, Until then you should get some good rest. Samon said giving Fong a look of disbelief. After a few more brief words and a disheartening visit from Beowulf, which was constently interrupted by Fong’s relentless hacking, Samon sent him home after Beowulf had excused himself.
Fong’s eyes grew heavy and his thoughts drifted, the coughing stopped for a moment and he was over come by sleep. The sleep was not restful and constantly interrupted by fits of coughing, sneezing and side splitting pains.
It hadn’t even been a week since the cough first started but it seemed to get worse by the day and now almost by the hour. He couldn’t recall the last time his head had pounded so hard. Reaching for a cup of water sitting next to the bed Fong lurched forward knocking over the glass. He sat there for a moment clutching his sides. A sudden wave of relief passed over him and he fell onto his back. Wheezing for a moment he started to daze off. His eyes heavy he slowly drifted back into the unrestful sleep, only to be disturbed again by momentary fits of coughing. The next mornings sun broke into the room. Fong struggled out of the bed and stumbled around , slightly disoriented. After a few moments he gained some sense of balance and started to dress. The day progressed slowly from that point by evening Fong was starting to coupe with the illness and was finally getting things accomplished. After filing a few request forms for the council meeting he set off to the bank. The coughing was now almost constent and his throat hurt worse and worse. Mayor Triest was standing in the town square greeting the citizens as they went about their daily activities.
Semper *cough cough* Veritas Mayor Triest.
Always Truth Chancellor. A look of concern flashed over Samon’s face.
Is all well Fong? You seem ill.
Tis just a bit of a chill, I’ll be fine.
Either way we will send for Raedyn, Until then you should get some good rest. Samon said giving Fong a look of disbelief. After a few more brief words and a disheartening visit from Beowulf, which was constently interrupted by Fong’s relentless hacking, Samon sent him home after Beowulf had excused himself.
Fong’s eyes grew heavy and his thoughts drifted, the coughing stopped for a moment and he was over come by sleep. The sleep was not restful and constantly interrupted by fits of coughing, sneezing and side splitting pains.