spookytale shambles in sick and sad

[spookytale]

Spookytale quietly crept in, smelling like menthol and sporting some trully offensive bed mane. Her eyes were too shiny, and through her grey dampened fur her skin looked way too pale. Her head hung low, and she looked really down.

"Man, a GHOST would have been more helpful," she muttered to herself. "You'd think with spooks and evil things I could be helpful but nooooo I get pneumonia and end up stuck away from town unable to even find out what was going on until it was over. Man!" Though she'd been talking quietly to herself, this little monologue caused a rather severe coughing fit.

She scuttled off to the corner to try to hack and cough away as discretly as possible. It sounded like she might hork up a lung any second now.

[spookytale]

*midafternoonish*

Spooky catches her breath and looks around to make sure she hasn't drawn too much attention, she doesn't want her coughing to worry people. She finds some cough drops, a comb, and some PonyQuil. She nudges the exact change unto the counter with a free elbow since she has hoof-fulls of stuff, and walks out.

*cont. in CCC mmm...tea*