08-06-2019, 01:16 PM
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It was a simple fact that Selby tended to his garden everyday. He rose with the sun, read for an hour or so, had tea with his breakfast, and then he was outside. There was watering, pruning, weeding, cutting, and so much more to do. Suffice it to say that the medic knew every plant in the garden like the back of his hand. He knew what they could do in a medicinal sense, how much water they needed, how fast they grew, et cetera.
Until he didn’t.
There was no reason that this day would be different from any other. The sun rose, Selby woke, nothing seemed off. In fact, everything seemed just as it always had until he stepped outside.
In the center of his garden was what looked like a hellish vine sort of plant. Its dark green vines were as thick as an orange, and they grew out from the main root in every possible direction. It had thorns as sharp and cruel looking as daggers, and big purple pods that looked like fruit. This was an absurd amount of growth for one day. Selby was shocked when he saw it, really and truly. It disrupted the order and tidiness that he had painstakingly worked to achieve. It was something straight out of his worst nightmare.
Selby was curious by nature, always had been. He decided he had to investigate. And armed with a trowel, he approached the center of the growth. He could see the plant pulsing as it grew ever bigger, stealing the nutrients from the plants he had worked to maintain and keep healthy for what felt like his entire life. As he pushed away leaves and vines, he found what looked to be the main ‘stem’ of the plant, though it wasn’t really a stem. It was a ginormous purple pod, as big as he was and pulsing with activity. He reached in to dig around the edge to maybe loosen the dirt to dig it up, but the plants seemed to have other plans.
It exploded as the trowel gently grazed the side, covering Selby in a thick lavender powder, similar to baby powder in texture. He nearly threw up on the spot as some of the gunk got into his mouth, seeming to force its way down his throat, making him want to throw up. And as quickly as it exploded, the monstrous plant slowly shriveled and crackled, dark green fading to the warm tan color of a dead herb.
Though normally Selby would have taken care of the mess immediately, the gardener found that he quickly was running out of energy. Instead of digging up the remains of the demon plant, he doused himself in the rain water he would have used to water the plants and went back to bed. Very quickly, his condition worsened, his head on fire at even the suggestion of noise and light, nausea, a fever, coughing and sneezing, and vomiting. Though he tried to force himself to have medicine, nothing seemed to work and he slowly got worse and worse.
Now Selby has been sick for two days, having seen nobody and nobody seeing him. He neglected his chores and put off on any laborious task. In fact, the only thing he seemed to be able to do was huddle in bed and be sick. While Selby had originally tried to keep his vomit contained in his little waste basket, soon there was a big mess around, and the poor medic lacked the energy and balance to clean. The sick was everywhere, just to the side of the bed, near his storage of medicine, by his desk, and just near his door from when he had tried to muster the energy to leave and get help. The acrid, acidic stench was nearly too much to bear, but all Selby could do was huddle in his nest of blankets and shame and pray that it would soon be over.
It was a simple fact that Selby tended to his garden everyday. He rose with the sun, read for an hour or so, had tea with his breakfast, and then he was outside. There was watering, pruning, weeding, cutting, and so much more to do. Suffice it to say that the medic knew every plant in the garden like the back of his hand. He knew what they could do in a medicinal sense, how much water they needed, how fast they grew, et cetera.
Until he didn’t.
There was no reason that this day would be different from any other. The sun rose, Selby woke, nothing seemed off. In fact, everything seemed just as it always had until he stepped outside.
In the center of his garden was what looked like a hellish vine sort of plant. Its dark green vines were as thick as an orange, and they grew out from the main root in every possible direction. It had thorns as sharp and cruel looking as daggers, and big purple pods that looked like fruit. This was an absurd amount of growth for one day. Selby was shocked when he saw it, really and truly. It disrupted the order and tidiness that he had painstakingly worked to achieve. It was something straight out of his worst nightmare.
Selby was curious by nature, always had been. He decided he had to investigate. And armed with a trowel, he approached the center of the growth. He could see the plant pulsing as it grew ever bigger, stealing the nutrients from the plants he had worked to maintain and keep healthy for what felt like his entire life. As he pushed away leaves and vines, he found what looked to be the main ‘stem’ of the plant, though it wasn’t really a stem. It was a ginormous purple pod, as big as he was and pulsing with activity. He reached in to dig around the edge to maybe loosen the dirt to dig it up, but the plants seemed to have other plans.
It exploded as the trowel gently grazed the side, covering Selby in a thick lavender powder, similar to baby powder in texture. He nearly threw up on the spot as some of the gunk got into his mouth, seeming to force its way down his throat, making him want to throw up. And as quickly as it exploded, the monstrous plant slowly shriveled and crackled, dark green fading to the warm tan color of a dead herb.
Though normally Selby would have taken care of the mess immediately, the gardener found that he quickly was running out of energy. Instead of digging up the remains of the demon plant, he doused himself in the rain water he would have used to water the plants and went back to bed. Very quickly, his condition worsened, his head on fire at even the suggestion of noise and light, nausea, a fever, coughing and sneezing, and vomiting. Though he tried to force himself to have medicine, nothing seemed to work and he slowly got worse and worse.
Now Selby has been sick for two days, having seen nobody and nobody seeing him. He neglected his chores and put off on any laborious task. In fact, the only thing he seemed to be able to do was huddle in bed and be sick. While Selby had originally tried to keep his vomit contained in his little waste basket, soon there was a big mess around, and the poor medic lacked the energy and balance to clean. The sick was everywhere, just to the side of the bed, near his storage of medicine, by his desk, and just near his door from when he had tried to muster the energy to leave and get help. The acrid, acidic stench was nearly too much to bear, but all Selby could do was huddle in his nest of blankets and shame and pray that it would soon be over.