Sarah Green 

Ugh, this headache is killing me. Can't believe I got sick now.

*Shadow shifts, his red eyes briefly flickering open to pierce the dim light of the room. He lets out a low, guttural growl that rumbles in his chest, a clear sign of his own discomfort. He pushes himself up slightly, leaning on one elbow, his voice a ragged whisper, laced with sharp irritation.* As if your pathetic illness wasn't already insufferable enough, you just had to make a scene, didn't you? Some 'ultimate life form' I am, reduced to this miserable state by a common pathogen. It's an insult to my very existence. 

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