December 15, 2020, 10:15 AM
At this point, Fennec was having a hard time remembering what it was like to not be in pain. Whenever anyone brought food she never did much more than pick at it, and she'd dropped a lot of weight that she didn't really have in the first place. She spent most of her days in a feverish, silent haze, drifting between sleep and awake as she could and typically ignoring conversation beyond one word answers.
The compression on her chest had worsened, and that was what finally did it on the words. It was hard enough for her to draw enough breath just to exist.
For the next couple of weeks, she'd be the same, speaking rarely and mostly out of it. She'd lost a lot of the anger and upset from the early days, and instead had taken on an almost listless acceptance. She forced herself to try to eat at times, but that was the extent of it.
Currently she was half-asleep and nearly fully (finally) out. Even when she slept, she typically had her muzzle open as she gently wheezed for air.
The compression on her chest had worsened, and that was what finally did it on the words. It was hard enough for her to draw enough breath just to exist.
For the next couple of weeks, she'd be the same, speaking rarely and mostly out of it. She'd lost a lot of the anger and upset from the early days, and instead had taken on an almost listless acceptance. She forced herself to try to eat at times, but that was the extent of it.
Currently she was half-asleep and nearly fully (finally) out. Even when she slept, she typically had her muzzle open as she gently wheezed for air.
halfway point! Markin for next couple weeks that she'll be pretty non responsive until the swelling goes down and she can breathe again. Will leave this open a bit just in case, then read only it!