WHO: Nicholas and open to the Haus of Sausage WHAT: Just deteriorating WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Haus of Sausage WARNINGS: Descriptions of starvation
Doctors were still unable to find anything wrong with Nicholas, though he was now nearly the size he had been when rescued from the Antichrist's clutches a year ago. Considering he had been starved for other a month by the time he was rescued, he was looking terrible. It didn't matter how much he ate, not that he could keep much down these days, the weight just dripped off him.
"I'm starting to think I'm in the book Thinner," he mentioned wryly to JJ as he woke from a nap in the living room to find her hovering over him. The look on her face was not amused. "Maybe not a Roma curse, but maybe a fairy spell?"
JJ signed and flopped down into the chair across from him. "But you'd think Ceridwen would have noticed that by now."
"Never know," Nicholas quipped weakly. He rolled over, lifting himself carefully off the couch. As he did so, his head spun and he tumbled to the floor in a heap. JJ was beside him in an instant, screaming Jesse's name.