OLIVER
The symptoms all flooded in at once. Waking to a start, Oliver’s face felt intensely hot, but the rest of his body was flooded with chills coursing down his skin causing the hairs to stand up. A loud groan left his lips and rather than understanding he was sick and just needed to sleep, Oliver immediately wanted to put a stop to these bad feeling. Thankfully, the decorative quilt was at the foot of the bed to add some spice to the room. Reaching forward, Oliver grabbed it and went to work.
Tightly wrapping the quilt around his body, Oliver tried to relax, but even this wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel like enough and no matter how tightly he wrapped it around his body, he didn’t feel any calmer or happier. Removing the quilt, Oliver staggered to his feet and was just about to search for a second when an idea clicked in his brain. Why use two blankets.... when he could instead use the fireplace! Wrapping the quilt around his body, he slipped on socks to aid in heating himself up only to make the slow trek down to the fireplace.
It was only when he got down to it that he remembered he didn’t have enough firewood for it. Ready to just use the kitchen instead, the rusted over gears clicked once in his head. Not bothering to slip on any shoes or get changed otherwise, Oliver departed the manor and slowly made his way towards the shop.
Being outside seemed to click another thing inside of him. He had to look over each shoulder multiple times. Check every alley and box. People were wanting him, yes. He could hear someone say his name but nobody was in the alley! Maybe someone wanted him dead or maybe he had made an accident once. It wasn’t safe and while he thought he was jogging now, he was simply walking faster.
The shop was a welcomed sight and Oliver went to work and quickly set up the fire. Satisfied with his work, Oliver sat down on the ground next to it and closed his eyes, very happy to have the intense warmth his body craved.
Tightly wrapping the quilt around his body, Oliver tried to relax, but even this wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel like enough and no matter how tightly he wrapped it around his body, he didn’t feel any calmer or happier. Removing the quilt, Oliver staggered to his feet and was just about to search for a second when an idea clicked in his brain. Why use two blankets.... when he could instead use the fireplace! Wrapping the quilt around his body, he slipped on socks to aid in heating himself up only to make the slow trek down to the fireplace.
It was only when he got down to it that he remembered he didn’t have enough firewood for it. Ready to just use the kitchen instead, the rusted over gears clicked once in his head. Not bothering to slip on any shoes or get changed otherwise, Oliver departed the manor and slowly made his way towards the shop.
Being outside seemed to click another thing inside of him. He had to look over each shoulder multiple times. Check every alley and box. People were wanting him, yes. He could hear someone say his name but nobody was in the alley! Maybe someone wanted him dead or maybe he had made an accident once. It wasn’t safe and while he thought he was jogging now, he was simply walking faster.
The shop was a welcomed sight and Oliver went to work and quickly set up the fire. Satisfied with his work, Oliver sat down on the ground next to it and closed his eyes, very happy to have the intense warmth his body craved.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
