(whisper, whisper)
(silence like the rainfall)
'- Wake up -'
(flicker, flutter, gentle hands)
'- Norge -'
(cold sweat, fevered brow)
(wake up, wake up, WAKE UP)
'- wake up!'
Norway opened his eyes.
There was light falling onto his face, warming his skin. Vague shapes were moving around him, talking in low voices, though he could not hear the words. He could feel his shirt sticking to his back; feel sickness churning in his stomach.
'- must be fever -'
'- anything we can do?'
'- just needs sleep, sleep, that's all -'
Norway let his eyes roll back in his head, and blackness swirled around him once more.
When he next opened his eyes, the blurred shapes were gone. There was something touching his cheek: something cool and pleasant against his fevered face.
(drowning, drowning, white eyes staring)
(life and love and pain and death)
'No,' Norway moaned. 'Make them go away...'
There were people talking around him. The sickness roiled in his guts again, and he rolled onto his side, fighting down the impulse to vomit.
(white hand white ribbon white face white eyes white white white)
Black.