Blacktail Deer Plateau sick love is my modern cliche

easy would have been pleased to know that she did catch him unawares, his brain so foggy he didn't recognize the tell-tale vibrations of her footfalls, the soft sound of her breathing. it was only when her dark mottled form cannoned into him from above that he realized he was had, and let out a whine of surprise, a strangled sound that disintegrated into dreadful hacking.

"hhrgh-heugh--easy! hrghh," he coughed, heart hammering in his chest. he felt her playful bites on his face and neck and went to roll her off of him, but didn't have the energy. he lay helpless, coughing and sputtering, while a girl half his size pestered him.

was this hell? or was this parenting?

"hey, easy," aditya croaked, craning his neck to glare at her from the corner of his eye. "you shouldn't--hrggh-heugh--be so close. i'm s-s-s--" he turned his head in time to let out a tremendous sneeze that shook his entire body, snuffling back the excess snot. "sick."