575 575. Deteriorate

Mauve let out a soft cough as she lay in bed with the covers high up to her chest. It had only been a few hours since she noticed the white patches were spreading even more and her condition had deteriorated this badly.

She couldn't so much as roll out of bed and the headache was blinding. She was trying to go to sleep that would at least make the pain bearable but she couldn't.

She groaned as she felt the wet rag on her forehead. She tried to move her head to shake it off but she couldn't.

All she could do was slowly turn her head left to right and that wasn't enough to get the wet rag off.

"Stay still, Mauve," Mill's voice reached her ears. "Please."

She stopped moving, wincing as she felt the cloth move from her forehead to the side of her face and then her neck.

"This will make you feel better," Mill encouraged.