116th Devotion:

[favoritetraitor]

[Video]
[Solomon's video device turns on to show him lying on his side on the floor of his penthouse apartment. Gone is his normal neat appearance, for today it looks like the 'good' doctor could barely manage to dress himself. His shirt is untucked and mostly open with only one button precariously fastened (although he completely missed putting it

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[axeofoath]

Ah...

[Really, what does one make of this sight?]

Solomon, are you--Are you sick?

[axeofoath]

Oh, no...Solomon, can you still hear what I'm saying?

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[favoritetraitor]

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[favoritetraitor]

.........

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[favoritetraitor]

Yes.... my hearing... is fine.

[axeofoath]

Good...that's good, of course. I-I don't think you're getting any worse yet...

[favoritetraitor]

Yet?

..... is there something you're trying to tell me?

[axeofoath]

Solomon...That is...

You appear to be terribly ill!

[favoritetraitor]

[His hand feebly reaches up to touch his cheek.]

Oh dear. What... am I splotchy? Or... is it lesions? Or my eyes... what's wrong?

[axeofoath]

[Which just makes him worry more!]

O-oh, no, it's not those, but--P-perhaps you shouldn't move! You look terribly weak.

*getting caught up in the drama XDd *

[favoritetraitor]

Yes... I think that I can do that... not move.

... should... should someone be... informed?