[BEAR.]

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It'd been a few days since his visit with Fawnsqueak, but Lionstar's condition had only gotten worse without the necessary treatment. He could hardly breathe, throat and nose clogged with mucus, and overall he felt like trash. Weak, defenseless-- his normal vibrancy was diminished by the dullness of his senses and the inability to do much more than lay around.

No amount of water, or food, or medicine at this point could help him. There was a chill to his bones he couldn't shake away, not even Fawn's warmth could chase away the iciness that clung to him like a second pelt. In Lionstar's refusal to stay still and rest when it counted, he signed his first warrant with death.

And now he could feel himself slipping away, but he didn't want this-- not now. There was so much more work to do, he needed to do more, but he couldn't find the strength to even sit up in his nest.

His breath rattled in his throat as he closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall against the soft warmth that was Fawnsqueak's side. "fawn..."

This was the only bright side to this all: he hadn't been left alone like he feared. Fawn was here, so...

Despite it all, he was okay.

[ @Dipper ]