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Speaking of those rabbits! If you get bitten, for roughly two days after the bite, the injury is cold and the victim will feel random, cold, shooting pains. Their core body temperature will drop and they will often be sent into random fits of shivering. Eventually, these symptoms disappear--and so do the bunnies. Perhaps you, or someone you know, have the unfortunate luck of being attacked by one of these strange little bunnies. Good luck! No medicine seems to help, and no amounts of blankets or hot baths can soothe the chill. You're just going to have to deal with it and hope it gets better...
She wasn't dead but god above and devil below, Jane sure as all hell wanted to be. Bitten by one of those hell spawn devil white monsters rabbits who faked being cute innocent bunnies was a goddamn mistake. Sure, she had morbidly joked to herself how she'd happily take an disease and lay down to die but this wasn't close. No, the sweet embrace of death was not this. This was just feeling cold and shivering and wondering when her cold hell would just let her roll up, curl up, die, and go down to the actual frozen hellscape that was actual hell and not this living mockery of hell that was her under what was probably 6 blankets.
Sniffling, a cup of lemon team in her hands, the hot felt more warm and she almost wanted to just dump it on herself to maybe be worm for one second- but then she'd be wet. Then she'd be wet and cold. And that would be worse too because she's smell like lemon and pine and not even the clean type that was pinesol. The real type of lemon and pine that was tea and smelled like you ******** were left out in a pile of mulch and someone just dumped lemon juice on you.
It was weird and gross and she might been having trouble smelling things but even she knew that smelling like herbal tea would make her own cold hell worse. No escape. No peace. Just lemons and hot water and tree smells and ******** way too much goddamn tea.
Jane wondered if she'd pee herbal at this point she'd drunk so much at her current caretaker's insistence.
That or soup.
For the next ten years if she lived that long she never wanted to see another bowl of chicken ******** noodle again.
Perhaps it wasn't just the fact she was cold that had Jane so angry and bitter about he whole being bitten ordeal, (aside from how couldn't it have even have not given her were rabbit powers at least then she'd take her suffering as it were), she kept getting sharp shooting pains in her body, and it was like a knife dug into her spine then decided to travel.
From what anyone could tell her, no one would say it was the damnable bunny bite-
But she felt cold as hell, the bite wound hurt like hell, and it all started after she got bitten as hell. Jane's own bitter demour soured under the many blankets as she just sat watching really bad daytime TV and wished the writers added more cute guys. At least then maybe she'd find them less than drab and dull and why didn't the main chick just stop trying to date the a*****e?
Augh, daytime Tv was trash.
Being sick was trash.
Rabbits were trash.
Chicken noodle soup was trash.
Tea of lemons and pine was trash.
Being cold was trash.
Being alive was trash.
Everything was trash.
Jane wanted to die.
