Captain Crackers's posts

"Then the big brother then" he grinned.

He looked at the workers of the inn and smiled.

"I think im in good hands here" he chuckled then coughed

He smiled. "You sound like the dad i never had..."

He eventually calmed down and wiped his face.

"I think i need meds for my cold..." he coughed and leaned against him smiling.

Eke launched his arms around Rykers neck. He buried his face into the mans chest and just...cried.

Despite the times he almost died by thugs and wolves and his own recklessness, he just couldnt get over the images still in his head.

Time had seemed to stop while he felt his consiousness slip. The biting cold seeping into his bones. His lungs aching as he couldnt breathe.

He cried and coughed and just curled up into Rykers lap.

"I..." he was panting as he sat up.

"I dont remember much...but i keep getting flashes...it makes my head spin." he shook his head.

"It...i feel cold...and hot...and i..." he put on his shirt again and rubbed his eyes.

He looked away. He didnt want to talk about it. Just thinking about it made his moind falsh to the different images he remembered out of order.

He doubled over suddenly as he tried not to think about it, but it only made it worse.

He was beginning to feel the whole thing gavve him ptsd but he couldnt burden anyone with it.

"Im okay. Ive always looked like this. Its my hyperthyroidism." he yawned and sighed.

"But i do think i have some sort of cold..." he was now acutely aware of the murmurs about how thin he was.

He wanted to cover up, but he was hot so he sat there with his arms in the sleeves of his shirt.

"im okay...im okay..." he sat up and wiped his face.

"Im just...im fine" his voice was hoarse from his sore throat.

He took off his long sleeved shirt, as he was getting hot. His torso was bony and emaciated. He looked like the poster child for anorexia.

He whimpered and trembled. He wanted to say he was okay but he really couldnt.

He just lay down and tried hard to calm down hiding his face as he tried to stop crying.

He took a few deep breaths before sitting back up.

"I..." he tried to remember holding his head dropping the mug.

"I think...the river..." he winced as he got flashes of his traumatic event.

He curled up and began crying. He was muttering about the cold and how hard it was to breathe.

"I...i feel like trash..." he took a drink.

"I dont really remember much...how...how is he?" he nodded to ryker.

He wasnt hungry, he really didnt wanty the tea but his throat hurt and he wanted to hug ryker. He had caused so much trouble in just a few hours.

He rubbed his eyes his cheeks bright red. He wiped his sniffly nose and sat there. He couldnt wake ryker.

He looked around not really knowing where he was. He didnt really remember much except the river, and rykers face. He remembered the cold, the fire. Everything just sort of melded together.

He felt hot and weak. It felt hard to breathe and his hands trembled. He was sure he had some sort of cold or something.

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He shivered here and there all night. He tossed and turned. He coughed and wheezed.

The workers in the inn took turns stayiing up to keep the fire stoked. They felt bad for the kid who did not look well.

When the first morning light shone through the windows, eke woke up, but he felt like trash. He coughed and sat up breathing heavily. He had had a nightmare of the friver all night.