A distant ship smoke on the horizon [closed]

[twisted_whisker]

[Arthur was doing is best, anybody could see that. Even Liz, in her scared, angry, lost state could. But even with the every day guidance through these hard times, she struggled to find her ground again. Her actions still weighed heavy on her heart, and as time wore on she started to drag her feet and even close off from Arthur. And now it came back to bite her as she suddenly collapsed from fever one afternoon. She barely responded to Arthur, and now had been asleep all day with illness.

She's still for a long time, then late in the night she stirs fitfully, shivering and swatting at something in her sleep, a distressed sound straining from the back of her throat.]