Oh my gosh, it was simply AWFUL! I was very literally on my deathbed. And for once I am completely not overexaggerating. I was in bed for a full two weeks in the worst pain of my life. It far exceeded the pain of childbirth, and that's saying something, as I'm sure you know. Pox marks, hallucinations, the works. I won't disgust you with the horrid details, but thank Merlin I was with Miles. The poor man had to nurse me back to health and submit himself to the Crutiatis Curse.
Nigel fell ill too, although not nearly as badly, thank the gods.
And now I'm finally better, and Miles and Liam are sick. I'm beside myself, praying that they don't get nearly as ill as I was. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to either of them.
Please tell me you're okay. I don't think I could handle it if anyone else I knew was sick. How's little Polly?