/ i feel shitty not being active but also i feel like im just annoying when i Am active and ,,, im just tired i'm so fucking tired n im sorry for being so annoying n whiny abt this
ezreal moves over a little closer to the fire, but he doesn't make it too far. it's too much to really move around right now. he wraps himself up tight with the blanket.
"home? oh ... right."
he doesn't even think of piltover as home anymore ... if it even ever /was/ home —
/ mfs rly be out here writing in a language that's not their native one + using google translate and be writing better than several native english speakers . y'all impressive as fUCK
"dunno. but 'm cold."
the shivering's just getting worse the longer he's awake. /everything/ hurt. his head, his chest, his injuries. ez just wishes he'd pass out again.
"r-really cold."
he's not sure why he's mentioning the cold and not the pain.
"a stupid one, forget i asked." he says with a quiet sigh, taking the medicine after talon hangs it to him.
he tries again to hide the pain when he tries to lower himself and lay down, but there's at least a soft wince at one point. he manages to lay back down after a few —
— painful moments.
"'m gonna try and sleep. night, tal." he murmurs, doing just that after getting settled with the cloak still draped over his body.
-
sleeping had apparently been mistake, because ezreal's burning up when he wakes up. his skin is hot, but he's shivering —
— like he's cold. a fever ... great, that's just what he needed.
and the wound ... ezreal can't think of any pain that he'd experienced before that came close to being as excruciating as this was now. something was /definitely/ wrong.