Broken Boulder robitussin

gonna say this is after zam is gone if that's ok

All he wants to do is sleep in the wake of Zamael's departure, but he knows better. The scent of disease is thick throughout the territory, and each day his packmates' conditions worsen. It's a miracle he's not gotten sick at all yet — but it's hard to feel grateful for it when his friends are suffering around him. He tries not to think of them as dying, but the notion lingers and nags.
He hasn't seen Lily in a couple days, he realizes — too long for comfort. So, despite the ache in his chest that begs him to retreat to his own den, he seeks her out in hers. It's an effort to ignore the nausea, the bile rising in his throat as he descends into the entrance between the boulders, picking his way around ailing cats. The smell of disease and filth is stronger down here, and he gags a little, nearly dropping the herbs he's brought in the process. His paces increases until he's nearly upon his friend, and he backs up with a soft gasp; this time he does drop the herbs. Lily, Is all he can manage, panicked. Lily.