Who: Henry & Wren What: Wren is poorly When: 21st November, some point in the afternoon Where: Outside Utopia hiding in an alleyway Warnings: TBD Status: Closed; in progress
It had started of with a headache, nothing new for Wren with the faulty tech in his head, but it hadn't gone away and it hadn't stopped at that. The pain in his head lanced around the place where his scarring was but it spread across to both sides of his head and then seemed to settle in his throat and ears as well. He ached all over like the time he'd been kicked about by some guys who'd turned out not to be his friends as he'd first thought.
He had a grinding cough deep in his chest that had appeared out of nowhere and his lips were chapped and fraying from the heat coming off him, a fever that left him feeling uncomfortable and shivering despite how hot he was. He hadn't been able to keep any food down, sleep was impossible, and worse than all of this - he'd lost King.
His friend wasn't where he should be and Wren had checked all his usual haunts with no trace of the man. The plaintive post on the network hadn't yielded any results and, tired and aching and feeling terrible, Wren had folded himself into a little pile of boy and leaned up against the closest place to give him shelter, an alley between two buildings. He huddled there coughing to himself and whimpering at how bad he felt, feeling sorry for himself but not without reason; his fever was only increasing and even the cold ground seemed like a comfortable bed. He curled up with his arms pillowing his head and laid down, shivering uncontrollably and calling for King like a mewling kitten.