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[petraarkanian]

Petra lays on her bed and shivers. There are blankets galore upon her, but they don't stop the shivering. Her face is pale, even the scratches that crisscross her face seem pale. Sweat drips from her forehead as she turns over in an attempt to get warm. Her eyes are firmly shut against the hallucinations she sees when they are open.

A hacking cough escapes her, taking away her breath and causing her to gasp for air.

Kit licks Petra's forehead in worry, mewing softly.