it's a sickness. open rp.
Stumbling through the woods, the redhead slumped against the nearest tree root, keeping herself upright. Here she was, small again and so close to Moonhaven that she could almost smell the sweet, clear air once more and yet, she could barely take two steps before coughing, her legs almost giving way beneath her. What had happened? Was it something when she was shrunk? Did something go wrong? Coughing again, she took a breath to try and steady herself before another coughing fit took her over, her hand covering her mouth. Bringing her hand away once she finally caught her breath, she noticed the spots of red which she immediately wiped away on her skirt.
No. She was fine. She had to be.
Taking another breath, she pushed away from the tree, finally setting off to find Moonhaven once again. Her legs went to jelly once more as she coughed, her whole body shaking now, stomach turning with each step she took. Her next step misjudged causing her to fall to the ground, her stomach turning, heaving as she released her lunch from earlier. Rolling away from the spot, she frowned at the sight of not only vomit but blood. No. She was not sick. She was not dying. There was nothing wrong with her. Cough. Cough. Cough. Pushing herself up from the ground, she frowned, straightening herself out once more. “Come on MK, pull it together,” she encouraged herself as she set off once more, her hand moving to her forehead as she felt the burning fever which had taken her over.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
Taking another step, her head swam, spots appearing before her as she struggled onward. Her chest burned with the next coughing fit, her stomach turning again before her legs gave way. Falling to the ground, her eyes closed as everything went black.