it was no secret that goldie was doing, well, awful. she was much skinnier than usual, due to her lack of time and energy to eat. she didn't really know it, because she both wouldn't admit it and because she didn't think about it, but she was stressed. her stress was diminishing her hunger and making her even more unhealthy in the process. she wasn't so skinny that she was starving, but it was enough physical weight loss to be concerned about. she didn't want to avoid eating - she loved food - but she didn't fully realize what was happening to her body and just thought it was normal.

her eyes revealed her exhaustion. she denied she needed sleep. she was fine! but, she had truthfully been avoiding sleep since she had found her papa's blood in the submarine and then his lifeless body on the beach. the most sleep she had gotten since then was when she had gone unconscious for two days after receiving her burns. she had slept a little more after that while she was recovering in the submarine, but the tsunami quickly kicked her back into work. there was no comfortable bed tempting her into that dangerous, unproductive activity. really the only time she did sleep now was when she literally passed out from exhaustion.

she had possessed her injuries for almost a month now and they had made little progress. the most they had healed was when she was too physically weak to move more than a couple feet. but, then the tsunami hit. when the tsunami hit, she needed to be able to move around a lot. she couldn't be in anybody's way at that point. and, perhaps seeing her home in such a state had inspired her to work even harder than before. it was certainly a big mess and she didn't want her papa or anyone to stress about it, even though she couldn't possibly fix it herself. she'd do her best, at least. but, all that work also meant that her injuries would constantly reopen and body be overworked.

she had been coughing and sneezing a bit more often the past few days, but she ignored it. she had a sore throat yesterday, but she ignored it. she had fallen down so many times, but she ignored it. she felt like death - and she would know how that feels, but she ignored it. but, today, it seems she could not ignore it, despite her efforts. her coughing was harsh and frequent throughout the day.

she had been trying to neglect it still, though. she walked away from others when she felt a coughing fit coming on and instead found something else to do. she was walking along the bay, looking at the remains of the tsunami. she had a bit of a break from the coughing and could mostly breathe. but, then, she sneezed. and she fell. and she couldn't get back up. and she couldn't breathe. she was coughing harshly again and her throat hurt like hell.

"guhh, shoo-" her groan was interrupted by another coughing fit. she needed to get some medicine. that's all. she needed to get up and get some medicine before anyone found her. the girl attempted to get back up, only to fall over again. that made her head hurt really badly. she winced, looking to the ground as she let out more coughs.

"No, no, no. You're not going anywhere."

Seemingly out of nowhere, Coldblue appears just in time to witness his sister attempt to stagger back home whilst coughing her lungs out. Gentle paws push his sister backwards into a seated position. He tried to give her some space, to allow her to make her own decisions and heal on her own, but the boy simply cannot ignore his sister when she seems to be actively trying to kill herself! As the days go by, she gets skinnier and skinnier, sicker and sicker. Blue hasn't told Goldie yet, but he wounds are starting to reek of rotting flesh. If she does not start slowing down, her body will never be able to heal itself after she was struck by lightning. There are not many things which the boy cares about, but his sister is among the few. He would die for her. Goldenluxury is, well, the golden child. She is kind and pretty (even with the scars) and everyone loves her. There is no doubt in the young Roux's mind that it would be completely worth it to die so his sister might live.

Coldblue hovers close to his sibling, quickly observing her emaciated figure with piercing blue eyes before retrieving a tumbler full of steaming liquid. The cap pops off easily, and he turns it over into a sort of makeshift cup. "Here is some tea I made for you," he says as he pours a reasonable serving into the metal container, the scent of citrus and sugar mixing with the brisk sea air. "It is lemon and honey. I read about it in one of Aunt Rose's books. It should help soothe your coughing." It's amazing how such a lazy and unbothered creature can quickly transform into a doting brother.

As he takes care of his sister, another arrives. Solvieg or whatever her name is. "She's been working herself to the point of exhaustion is what happened. She was struck by lighting a couple weeks back and she has not been resting enough to heal. Now I think she's getting sick." See? Exactly like a helicopter parent. Coldblue is fairly certain that his sweet sister might try to downplay her symptoms, so he makes sure that Goldie will not be able to ignore the medic's questions.

/djhsdhsgd i was ninja'd twice but i'm not changing it anymore rip

Hearing the coughing of her niece and seeing the approaching crowd, Rosemary headed over with quick pawsteps. Spotting Solveig, however, her jaw clenched as she slid telepathic barriers in place - wonderful, another thing to focus on and take a fraction of her attention away from Goldie. Tail-tips flicking in an almost irritated manner, she nevertheless turned her gaze to Goldie, and her auxiliary gaze to Coldblue as the ever-doting brother quickly explained the situation. And offered tea a thoughtful and useful gift of tea; this impressed the young witch immensely, as evident by the approving look she gave her nephew. "Ah, thank you for your concern Rochelle and Solveig, I'll take over," she murmured, voice soft and raspy with its infrequent use.

Glancing at the wolf, she added, "Rochelle, could you get [member=66]PINCHER[/member] for me? I think it's about time I lay into him the importance of encouraging a girl to get her rest instead of rewarding reckless behavior." While Goldie, without a doubt, earned her promotion to the high position ranks, the girl's father held a nasty way of wording things in the last meeting. Rosemary thought little of it at the time given her own preoccupation with crowd anxiety, but now Goldie's injuries seemed to get worse. If the female bengal were to finally begin healing right, she needed the girl's idol to cooperate with her. "And, thank you for the water," she added, knowing what a hassle getting it could often be.

Ears twitching as she regarded Goldie again, she tried to decipher whether her cough sounded wet or dry - she hoped the throat just got sore with some sort of pollen allergy or the like. She didn't want to think of the possibility that Goldie got a cold or something more sinister like bronchitis. For now, though, she waited for Goldie to recover from her small coughing fit to drink either the water or the tea - and for her to figure out more information as to the possible cause of the problem.

[ ahhh what's causing her coughing? ]

//she's got the flu! forgot to mention that in the first post whoopsie

the sound and touch of her brother caused her to wince upwards towards him. this was okay. she was fine with him seeing her like this, so long as he wouldn't worry much after. she just needed to ask him to grab her some herbs and then-

it seemed he was prepared. he made tea for her? that was...so nice. but also, that meant she was failing. she was trying really hard to hide that she was struggling, even if it's become near impossible to hide now. she was trying so hard. she didn't want anyone to see how weak she really was. she'd felt miserable ever since papa's temporary death and it'd only gotten worse, so she needed to try harder to hide it. but she was so tired. it was so hard.

between her coughs, she would sip from the tea. it did feel nice. "th-thank you, b-but-" her voice was raspy as she spoke. she was cut-off, though, by others appearing. first solveig and then rochelle. she wanted to cry. she really did. but, she wouldn't. that would make things worse. still, her eyes would become visibly watery and a very unhappy expression forms across her features. no one needed to see her like this. no one needed to worry about her or use their time on her or use supplies on her. she felt useless and embarrassed.

her coughing ceased for a moment and she sniffled, her head held low. she was wasting everyone's time and energy for being like this. she needed them all to stop and leave her alone. she was okay. she just needed to convince them. "i'm fine," she urged, making her scratchy voice a bit louder and firm. it cracked as she said the words, helping further reveal how upset she was. her words certainly weren't very believable, anyway, as she began coughing again. "pl-please don't worry. i just need some medicine. that's all."

she stared at the ground, shame filling her. she was wasting things. she making others worry about her. she was being weak. everyone must be so disappointed in her. the girl tensed as rosemary approached and then asked rochelle to grab her father. no, no, no! no more people! she just needed medicine! she began to shiver slightly, suddenly feeling cold. ugh. she sipped more at the tea. she appreciated that rochelle had grabbed water, but the tea felt nicer to drink. "i-i'm fi-fine." she repeated through shivers. this was becoming frustrating. no one should worry about her!

the girl let in a small, sharp breath at solveig's words. she needed to keep pretending. she was doing so awful. everyone could see how awful she was doing and she was so disappointed in herself. the comments about how she shouldn't be moving, how she wasn't doing okay, how she clearly wasn't fine kept growing and now it all ended up here. she hated it. she knew these things that solveig was telling her. she was very aware of them.

however, she did not feel she deserved these people she relied on. she was already given so much, she knew - she did not need others to spend time and energy being concerned about her well-being, too. no one should feel distracted from themselves for her. she was already too fortunate. she grit her teeth, her head sinking lower as she stared at the ground. she didn't say anything, shivering and coughing. she felt a strong desire to lay on her bed, but she fought it. she couldn't sleep.

the girl only diverted her attention when someone else arrived - vandal. a newcomer from her family. her tired green eyes darted to vandal, huffing for a moment. she was about to argue again, but then the female spoke up once more. she seemed to understand, at least, that goldie definitely did not need all of this attention. she felt the last comment was a bit much, but would chuckle quietly to it before being interrupted by coughing.

"a-ah, n-no it's not th-that b-bad, so i-i'm ff-fine." she pressed on, unwilling to let that go. she wouldn't easily admit when she knows she's unwell, though. she hardly bothered to admit it to herself. "i don' ne-need all th-this att-attention, y-yea. pl-please d-don't w-worry or g-get m-my papa. th-there's n-no need."