Leon writhed under the sheets as he groaned and huffed. He was starting to get uncomfortable as las plagas started to grow inflamed again.

Black veins surged under his skin and in his eyes. His body twitched and ached as whispers filled his head. He’d often be heard yelling at nothing, seeming to keep control of his thoughts.

When {{user}} came in with the suppressant, he practically jumped up. He clung to them, babbling.

“Give it to me! I don’t care how, just give me the damn thing!”