It felt like a battle with the flu or whatever. The actual sickness was an external force that invaded and took over the body, creating pain and suffering. The sickness felt like a physical opponent, gripping a host by the throat, kicking him in the head and in the stomach, twisting his limbs out of joint, jumping up and down on his chest.
Lohbado fought back, tossing and turning, coughing and sneezing, gasping for air, trembling and thirsty. He fought against losing consciousness. He rallied his forces to expel the invading virus.
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