07-15-2018, 12:17 AM
DALE COOPER
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To describe Cooper's current state of being it would be this: despair. It had started when Margaery had died and things had just continued to get worse. At first it had just been stress from him worrying about everyone and everything and not caring about himself, plus not sleeping for several days on end.
He'd put on strict bed rest and when he was finally released, he'd been out only a few days when some sickness had over took him. He'd immediately feigned exhaustion, telling everyone he just needed a little more rest; with all the drama that had been going around everyone was busy. He felt like he shouldn't be bothering anyone with it.
He was going insane though, from the constant soreness and exhaustion. He felt like he'd been hit like a truck with the soreness that penetrated his muscles; he was constantly exhaused, no matter how much he slept; he couldn't make it across his room without feeling like passing out or throwing up.
He'd been denying company recently, claiming he was too tired or just didn't feel up to it. On the days where he felt decent, he would allow someone like Suiteheart or Playerone in for just a bit. Today had been one of those days where he felt well enough for company, or so he thought.
He'd invited Playerone over for a cup of tea and as he was making his way over to his boxes of tea to riffle through them, a wave of nausea washed over the canine. Before he had a chance to recover, he found himself collapsed on the floor, dry heaving as his empty stomach tried to push out the contents it didn't have. He attempted to stand, legs shaking under him as he did. He quickly collapsed back to his stomach with a whine.
//please wait until [member=1166]Playerone K.G.[/member] has a chance to post.
He'd put on strict bed rest and when he was finally released, he'd been out only a few days when some sickness had over took him. He'd immediately feigned exhaustion, telling everyone he just needed a little more rest; with all the drama that had been going around everyone was busy. He felt like he shouldn't be bothering anyone with it.
He was going insane though, from the constant soreness and exhaustion. He felt like he'd been hit like a truck with the soreness that penetrated his muscles; he was constantly exhaused, no matter how much he slept; he couldn't make it across his room without feeling like passing out or throwing up.
He'd been denying company recently, claiming he was too tired or just didn't feel up to it. On the days where he felt decent, he would allow someone like Suiteheart or Playerone in for just a bit. Today had been one of those days where he felt well enough for company, or so he thought.
He'd invited Playerone over for a cup of tea and as he was making his way over to his boxes of tea to riffle through them, a wave of nausea washed over the canine. Before he had a chance to recover, he found himself collapsed on the floor, dry heaving as his empty stomach tried to push out the contents it didn't have. He attempted to stand, legs shaking under him as he did. He quickly collapsed back to his stomach with a whine.
//please wait until [member=1166]Playerone K.G.[/member] has a chance to post.
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