Noctisardor Bypass Mother Mary comes to me

well, perhaps he could not seclude himself half so well as he had first believed. first laurel, and now
"speedy," mahler spoke, fighting the cough down. he had been caught off-guard, moongazing into the little creek once again. contemplative. almost a week with no worsening, and in these days he had found a combination of berry and mintleaf that seemed to tamp it down best.
she had brought something sweet-and-sharp smelling. he recognized it once as medicine of some sort, and relaxed the tension that had begun to creep into his stiffened shoulders.
mahler could not very well scold a fellow physician from her appointed post, and turned his head to cough downward, away.