"Sir Blastus!" Sarrika barely caught the sickly knight before he
fell to the floor.
Too early for others to be up, she managed him to an examination cot,
one left over still from the great battle which she was still tending
the effects of. Young Tavi was complaining of headaches not five
hours ago. But she had no time for the smaller ails at the moment.
Sarrika tried getting any response from the fallen knight but he had completely succumbed to whatever was attacking his body, and it didn't look good. A cursory examination confirmed her budding fear. Oh Gum… Not Cub's Fever! Medicine alone may not be able to help Sir Blastus. She hated to do it but left him in the infirmary while she ran to wake the Gummadoon Council. This was terrible!
Tavi saw Sarrika streak out of the infirmary like her fur was on
fire. Or, actually, like someone else's fur was on fire. Curious,
and not having any sleep tonight for the dull pounding in her head,
she crept up to see what might be going on.
There lay Blastus, prone, moaning softly, and not looking well at
all.
What can I do? she thought, wracking her brains for some hint. Her
headache vanished at this new threat, she tried to figure out how she
could help. She had no medical training, nor any healer's
knowledge. She was just a kid! But a kid who wanted to help. That's
gotta count for something! Well, Sarrika musta gone to tell somebody
or get some help. She'd go to the council or the knights. She could
go and wake whoever Sarrika didn't go find, but which was
it?
A funny prickly warm sensation traveled through her body and suddenly
she saw Sarrika talking to Councilor Berrybottom. It was a little
disorienting, but the vision vanished and she had her answer. Not
questioning how it happened, Tavi raced up to the level where the
knights' rooms were.