Monthly Torment: Week Three

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~ Bloody phlegm and a bit of nausea begin to look quite insignificant as the days progress. With every strand of hair now long since shed, skin is the next to fall victim - reddening, it begins to flake, layer after layer until blood seeps from the cracks freely. Breathing becomes heavy and laboured and waves of exhaustion render the mounting effort required difficult to handle.

Convulsions too, seem to occasionally strike, raking the shade's blistered forms - leaving them weak, vulnerable and (quite literally) shaken. Too make matters indefinably worse and rather humiliating, every orifice seems to be leaking, expelling things it really has no business expelling and leaving the air of Hell universally heavy with the scent of illness, waste and bile. ~