Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2020 17:50:04 GMT -7
June 2025
Travis felt horrible. He couldn't remember ever feeling so bad in his life, even during the flu. It hit him suddenly and aggressively like a bag of bricks. One moment he was fine, the next he could barely stand up straight or hold himself up. Travis was in the kitchen when it hit. His vision went white and his flesh was pale and covered in goose bumps. Travis' legs collapsed out from under him and he hit the tile floor. "Fuck." he groaned, wiping beads of sweat off of his forehead. Each breath was more exhausting than the next.
Slowly sitting up on the floor, he leaned up against the refrigerator, legs sprawled out in front of him."Rach!" he called out, feeling weak, he could barely call out her name. Something was wrong.
@rachel
Slowly sitting up on the floor, he leaned up against the refrigerator, legs sprawled out in front of him."Rach!" he called out, feeling weak, he could barely call out her name. Something was wrong.
@rachel
