Post by kady on Nov 16, 2012 1:04:00 GMT -5
She had only noticed the full-blown illness sneaking up on her about four days prior to now, but it definitely wasn't showing any sign of relenting in the near future. Kady had done nothing but lie in a bed in the loud, stuffy infirmary for days now, literally trying to count up to a thousand sheep whilst drifting in and out of uncomfortable sleep. She was vaguely aware of a few figures that sometimes appeared above her, drifting in and out of focus. The daughter of Aphrodite probably looked horrible - and she did, flushed in some places and unnaturally pale in others, with tangled unwashed hair and smudged, faded makeup - but her mind wasn't clear enough to care, nor would she care if she was capable of doing so.
The most recent time she had fallen asleep had been different from the others. She didn't dream, and her mind was simply flat. A faint buzzing sounded in her ears, something that seemed to foreshadow an intangible form of hideousness, was the only thing that Kady's subconscious was aware of. And then... the noises stopped and Kady had nothing to do but be lost in her own head.
Until she finally faded back into reality. Her vision was unusually sharp, and she was thankful for that. It was quiet, but that was to be expected; a quick glance at the glowing neon numbers set on a nearby shelf revealed that it was about half past two in the morning. The throbbing in her head was thankfully gone. She decided that the sickness had broken, just like that. Her eyes did not cooperate with her overly active mind, though, and she drifted back asleep once more within a mere ten minutes.
When she woke up the next time, Kady felt just as clear-minded. Even more than usual, when she was healthy. It was strange, but Kady just attributed it to some positive aftereffects of the flu. Maybe it was some thing that the gods had planned after all - replacing their descendants' senses with extraordinary versions of said senses. She wouldn't have completely vetoed the idea, it seemed like them.
But before long, she knew that something was wrong. What she was seeing and feeling was like a movie watched on mute. You couldn't really get into it, because you couldn't hear what anybody was saying. It came quickly, as though a thought in the form of a seed had begun to bloom in her head. Yes, she had recovered from the blight, but it had taken her hearing.
Kady Hunter had gone deaf.
