The illness had come quietly, swiftly like an assassin; Abasi had been a little sick one day and beside himself with mind-muddled madness the next. Shaking, shivering, finding himself unable to keep down food without it coming back later as a black mess. He had seen much suffering in Eygpt, but never a disease like this.
Not only did he have to deal with coming to this place (something that, despite the soft sheets and life he had carved out in only an instant, seemed to inspire great rage inside him) but he now had a sickness that he feared would kill him before he could discover why he was here.
Stumbling from his room, he felt determined but to do what, he did not know. Just to lash out at something, to make sure that someone was punished for this series of events. Did they not know who he was?
When he made it to the stairs, he saw his benefactor. Loren, looking furtive. As if he was hiding something. Immediately he slammed his fist down on the bannister. "Where are you going?! I have been suspicious for some days now that you are not as generous as you seem. I must know your plan against me." He had said similar things in earlier days but not with such conviction nor anger, the way his eyes lit with certainty looked down upon Loren.
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
