His doctor had found him a different medicine.

It wasn't a magic cure, it was horrible.

You noticed it first, when he went from able to walk around to bed ridden and lethargic.

He said he had headaches too.

He didn't deserve more illness, his life up to now has been plague.

That was about it until now.

You had brought him a warm drink to help his throat, sore from coughing.

And the his eye widened and his hand gripped the bucket he usually coughed blood into.