Great Bear Wilderness The pain beneath my scarred visage

Sitri was no strange to pain and scars. So it was no surprise really that he was still standing. Sitri chewed on the moss until the Healer took it. He had gotten water and for the moment his thirst was sated. Sighing audibly he lay down and stretched out his body. The fever in his limbs caused him to shake slightly, he had not convulsed yet, but if he wasn't careful he may.

He winced when she cleaned some of them, but most of them he laid still and let her do what she needed to. He was getting sleepy, though he struggle hard against the darkness that wished to consume him. His father had told him, it wasn't time to die yet. So he was heeding his words as best he could.