Worst of times
A/N: Yo! And we're back with more trash. The reason I say 'we' is because I'm not working on this alone. My sister, keriababe2010, is working with me on this to compensate for a request I asked her for. It's going to be a great pleasure working with her because I can't write angst to save my life. So, the updating schedule may be erratic. Also, there will be two chapters per era, so the date and place will be listed. Enjoy.
France, 1348
Shadow's POV
Shifting my gaze away from the open door, I sat up. Ever since this stupid plague came out I've been having a shitty fever. Retching into a bucket, I groaned, seeing more blood collect inside it. Lying back down, I turned over as the cane prodded at my neck.
"Well, there aren't any boils." Came the physician's voice muffled by the mask-he? - wore.
Another mask quickly showed up as they sat me up right, and took my arm. Watching the needle slide in, I grimaced as my blood came out thick, black, and stunk to high heaven with green pus afterwards. Reaching for the bucket again, I stopped as the second doctor held a wooden cup towards me.
"It'll help with the sickness."
That was definitely a woman. I might not be able to see much by the smock covering her front, but I could tell from the voice. They must've just picked her up off the street.
Taking it from her, I nodded in thanks. Lifting the mug, I cradled my wrist as it clenched in protest. I can't even remember how long I've had this disease. The Black Death, some people are calling it. Or at least that's what I heard from the family outside my window.
"Drink it." She urged, using the cane to tip the cup to my lips.
I assume they made into a tea for easier effects. Doesn't matter, I'm going to die anyway. It's already hard enough for me to move.
Looking at the doctor that had taken my blood, he asked, "Do you wish for repentance?"
Shrugging off the torn and dirty shirt, I turned my back to them, noticing the female doctor sidle beside him.
I flinched as the cane thwacked against my back once, twice, three times. I counted at least up twenty before he stopped; knowing for sure red, angry marks now clung to my back and shoulders.
A/N: Man, I wish this was a bit longer, but I think I've said what I needed to until the next chapter. My sister will do the second life, and it'll switch with each life. We may notify who's writing the chapters, but that's still on the fence at the moment. Review please.