✧ The Pack Survives ╱ Alysanne Stark - Blog Posts

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there was something about this that was so reminiscent of better years that it almost hurt. there were some things that came as naturally as breathing, a padding to her sister's room late at night when she could feel her health declining was one of them.

it had been a long time since dacey had sought help for anything. by nature, she was wary of making a nuisance of herself, and even warier still when she knew that there were other, more important things to think about. there was another side to it, too, the side that reminded her of being a sickly child, skinny as a reed with a delicate constitution to boot.

tonight, she had held out for as long as she could before the wheeze in her chest became unbearable. she knew from experience trying to sleep through a bad cough was a recipe for disaster, and her ribcage ached from exertion. she had admitted defeat - and that had brought her here. to her sister.

"alys?" there was only a few years between them, but something about alys felt just as maternal as she did sororal. the childish awe she had always felt around her had never gone away. "I don't feel well."