Author's Notes: I am really sorry for the shortness of this chapter. T_T And that it leaves on a cliff hanger. But I have been really bad at writing lately. Forgive me and I promise something good will come of next chapter.
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Alfred had woken up sometime in the middle of the night coughing and the feeling of a raw pain in his throat. He drug himself out of bed, feeling a rush of nausea overcome him, forcing the boy to sit back down or risk loosing the contents in his already starved stomach. He waited a few minutes sitting and wheezing painfully, trying to not cough and tear up his phalanx further. He got up finally and walked unsteadily through the house, he fell in the hallway and began to have a coughing fit. The lad stumbled to get up, failing and eventually resorting to crawling along the floor to reach his destination, the back door. He pulled himself up with the doorknob, opening it and walking through slowly. He stumbled out to where the well was and pulled up the bucket, drinking greedily. He gasped and choked on the water, nearly dropping the bucket as he coughed. The coughing fit intensified and the boy doubled over, retching.
