Prompt: Voldemort gets sick, for alyssialui.
~ Spiral Hearts ~
The Dark Lord got up feeling like he wanted to do nothing more than collapse straight back into bed. His throat was sore, his joints ached, and he was shivery with fever.
He stayed standing through sheer force of will, and somehow managed to make his way to the bathroom. Luckily, he made it there before the first wave of nausea hit, and what felt like several eternities later, he exited the bathroom and crawled back into bed.
Screw this, I'm going back to sleep.
When he next woke, it was to find that his skin had broken out in scabrous pustules, and what flesh was not covered in itchy bumps felt dried out and scaly.
"Ugh," he moaned. Dragon pox? The Dark Lord has been brought low by the phoenix-flaming DRAGON POX?
He would just have to suffer through it alone, though... none of his followers could ever be allowed to find out about this.
~oOo~