I feel sick. I can't stand without almost falling to the floor form dizziness, the nausea and headache are unbearable, the fever is unrelenting, and hiding it all from the others is near impossible.

But i'm managing it. its been almost a week and Honeydew and Xephos are none the wiser of the weakened state. If the two people i spend almost every waking moment with, are still unaware of my illness then the chances of anyone else noticing are slim.

I have to keep it that way. I can't afford for word of my weakness to spread. There are countless people that deem me a threat and would take this time to get rid of me once and for all. Like Rythian.

I think its clear why i don't want anyone to know.

Unfortunately that means i can't ask for help either. Especially from the two who are known for their inability to keep a secret. I trust them, but i'm not stupid. I can't ask for their help. I have to figure out what this illness is while being effected be said illness. Not the hardest thing i've ever done but certainly not the easiest.

I can't think straight, especially after working a full day at Honeydew Inc. I have tomorrow off to do with as i please, and the thought of sleeping though it sounds wonderful, but i can't waist the only spare time i am liable to get within the year. I have to do some tests and make a diagnosis, so i can begin treatment. i dont think i'll be able to hide it for much longer….

I struggle to make my way to my kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. I down the cool liquid, placing the now empty glass on the counter. i had taken a potion to try and bring the fever down, but the taste of it refused to leave my mouth.

I groan as my stomach threatens to empty itself. i even have trouble keeping water down...i can't wait any longer to make a diagnosis...I rub my eyes as they start to burn again. they start to water and i sigh in frustration. They had decided to add themselves to my list of dysfunctional body parts a couple of days ago. since then they have been much more sensitive. to the point of even dim lights are too bright. it makes working with machines difficult…

I deside to go up to bed before they get to bad. After stumbling around my room with my eyes closed i'm able to find my bed. perhaps tripping and falling onto it isn't the most conventional way of going about it but it worked and i can't bring myself to care right now.

I snuggle up under the covers and curl up into a small ball. I sigh contently as the sweet embrace of sleep starts to take over my racing mind. For the first time in years i have plesent dreams and find myself enjoying my sleep.

And i dont want to wake.