Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Oliver, thankfully, seemed to take the news of no golems well; Sam was grateful for this, because if the other man insisted on it too much, he might be tempted to believe in it himself. It was one less thing to be terrified of when the hallucinations got worse, one less thing to see looming towards him in the darkness (the illness had added a whole new cast to his worst fears).
It was pretty obvious, as he tried to lean back and failed, that Oliver was sick. Sam recognised it well at this point, having experienced the disorientating nature of the illness himself and having seen it in several others. "You're sick. I can tell. It's spreading to all of us and we're all going to die from it, I think. Everyone's getting it." For such a drastic thing to say, Sam seemed oddly calm as he said it, for the moment his mixed up emotions not providing panic.
"I don't...have snot." Sam insisted, though he did check, quickly going up to touch his nose: nope. "But I am...I am sick. It's hard to think properly all the time. I don't know."
It was pretty obvious, as he tried to lean back and failed, that Oliver was sick. Sam recognised it well at this point, having experienced the disorientating nature of the illness himself and having seen it in several others. "You're sick. I can tell. It's spreading to all of us and we're all going to die from it, I think. Everyone's getting it." For such a drastic thing to say, Sam seemed oddly calm as he said it, for the moment his mixed up emotions not providing panic.
"I don't...have snot." Sam insisted, though he did check, quickly going up to touch his nose: nope. "But I am...I am sick. It's hard to think properly all the time. I don't know."
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
