I'm not moving forward, I'm trapped in purgatory
Isabelle was...tired.
Yes.
She was rather tired of being tired, but that didn't change the facts.
She could at least comfort herself knowing that much of the tired was from her wild night of sex, rather than the sickness, but...
BUT
"UGH!"
The doctor sighed as he packed up his things.
"UUUGGHH!!"
He shook his head and turned back to her.
"You can ugh all you want. I warned you this would happen, and you're lucky you've only got a cold. Overworking yourself could have pushed you right back into that plague."
It. Couldn't!
She was pretty sure!!
But!
"UGH!!!" She moaned.
He rolled his eyes, his expression exhausted. "Drink fluids, stay warm and rest." He said. "And this time please refrain from so much sex until you're actually healthy."
With a final sigh, the doctor bowed and took his leave. The guards closed her doors and the room was silent.