10-31-2018, 04:48 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 340px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Sickness. Loose was the framework for such, a thing that found itself shifting and changing within the matter of detail, shapes changing over the expanse of time. Minimal was their own experience with such, though they had bore the title of doctor – and within their own mind such was still present though the weight of it was foreign to their tongue – it had been within a different time. There had been few tools to permit study of disease and how it was spread, the various forms within which it took or the strains time had brought about. Though they bore little experience within this place much was spent within study, reading through the various tomes about the medical advancements.
Abundant was those caught in the throes of sickness, found themself touched with a disease, though a great many were harmless and passed with time, symptoms nothing more than an annoyance. Yet the case of Jerseyboy had seemed different in a way. Almost worse was it, the scrape of each cough through his throat a harsh, rasping sound, the lethargic way he had been moving about only further hinting. The almost accident, disaster narrowly avoided by means of pure luck, bringing forth not concern but intrigue.
What illness may do such to a feline, a creature with an immune system differing from that of a human, and yet bare symptoms that appear remarkably similar.
“My, isn't this... interesting,” fictional brow rose and about lips played an odd expression, one that sought to show the confusion touching the mind and yet the outright joy of this development, want to learn more of it encircling their thoughts. About the outskirts the fox lingered, unsure if approaching further may be welcome, until certain words found them. Laughter, though it seemed more a bitter chuckle, a short thing rolling forth from a silver lined tongue, mirth within earth toned eyes which found the silver frame of the teenaged doctor. Funny was it this thing connected them when nothing else did, found within similar circles though their nature conflicted, issues within making any sort of communication a difficulty they bore no want to suffer through. “If you do please let me know, I would love to watch.”
Abundant was those caught in the throes of sickness, found themself touched with a disease, though a great many were harmless and passed with time, symptoms nothing more than an annoyance. Yet the case of Jerseyboy had seemed different in a way. Almost worse was it, the scrape of each cough through his throat a harsh, rasping sound, the lethargic way he had been moving about only further hinting. The almost accident, disaster narrowly avoided by means of pure luck, bringing forth not concern but intrigue.
What illness may do such to a feline, a creature with an immune system differing from that of a human, and yet bare symptoms that appear remarkably similar.
“My, isn't this... interesting,” fictional brow rose and about lips played an odd expression, one that sought to show the confusion touching the mind and yet the outright joy of this development, want to learn more of it encircling their thoughts. About the outskirts the fox lingered, unsure if approaching further may be welcome, until certain words found them. Laughter, though it seemed more a bitter chuckle, a short thing rolling forth from a silver lined tongue, mirth within earth toned eyes which found the silver frame of the teenaged doctor. Funny was it this thing connected them when nothing else did, found within similar circles though their nature conflicted, issues within making any sort of communication a difficulty they bore no want to suffer through. “If you do please let me know, I would love to watch.”