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Event Prompt 3 of ??? As it grows closer to Halloween, you find your sleep to be practically non-existent. If you’re lucky, you manage to get 1-3 hours of rest at best and the nightmares grow worse, almost to the point where the memories of them haunt you during your waking hours. You can’t seem to satisfy your ever-growing hunger and any meat you manage to scarf down ends up being more raw than not. Your skin starts to itch, any scratching causes sores over your body or hair loss at your scalp. What skin hasn't been scratched is turning a sickly pale, almost green shade. Maybe you've caught some sort of virus or bug that's going around?
Besides the hospital incident, Erich had never really thought about possibly wanting to end it all. Now though, he could understand why some people did it. Barely any sleep because of the nightmares, constant hunger that he refused to engage in, itchy skin, and his skin seemed to be turning green, though he thought that the latter was a consequence of everything else that he was feeling.
He had been avoiding meat, as it seemed that his body was wanting it more and more raw, something that he wouldn’t oblige considering how sick he was and he didn’t want to get even worse from it, and had been sticking to a vegetarian diet. That hadn’t made the rest of it any better though and he was staring to lose out on points for his classes. Well, in some of them, in others the classes had been cancelled since it seemed that the cursed pumpkins had been sent out to just about everyone. The ones who hadn’t cancelled class were teachers who believed one should be dying before they could be counted as absent.
Not that Erich cared, he refused to go anyway when he felt this bad. And he was trying everything to feel healthier. Foods for colds, skin lotion, dandruff shampoo, orange juice, crackers for the nausea, practically everything, and yet nothing seemed to work.
He couldn’t take much more of it. He might jump head-first into unknown situations, but if he came down with a little cold, he would be going out and calling a lawyer to draft a will should he not survive. And this was even worse! He hadn’t left the bed in days, keeping whatever non-perishable foods by his bed and refusing to even bathe since he felt so terrible. Sure, that probably didn’t help things, but he also just didn’t want to get up. If this had been any normal sort of sickness, he would have been able to sleep it away. But of course, it wasn’t. Of course, it was filled with nightmares, so he couldn’t even try to use sleep to recover, and instead resorted to staying in the bed as much as possible and try to entertain himself by watching youtube videos.
He felt like such a failure at being so pathetic about all of this. He really just wasn’t as strong as all of those people who were going through much worse than he. The ones who were going through major treatments for diseases, kids who were getting chemo, he was practically a toddler declaring he was sick because he had the sniffles in comparison to those cases. It made him feel… pathetic. Something that he didn’t like to feel. After all, he could rock-climb freely. He felt as though that should have made him tougher, but instead it just showed that he had a better grip when it came to scaling cliffs than dealing with colds.
He sighed as he turned over in bed again, searching for the power cord for his tablet. He hoped that this horrible curse wouldn’t last much longer.
