Chapter 172: Now You Will Pay
When Marcus woke up with the taste of blood in his mouth, he tried to remember what had happened. However, his head still felt like it was five sizes too big for his body, and it was almost impossible to breathe through his nose.
Feeling the floor under his cheek, he decided to roll over and see exactly where he was. Maybe, just maybe, he could work his way back... why was it so hard to move? Every last one of his muscles screamed in protest as he tried to shift just enough to let gravity do the rest of the work.
It felt like he had been run over by a truck before it decided to back up and do it over and over again. Wasn’t he supposed to not feel pain? He was pretty sure that that was one of his wishes, so why was he still feeling pain?
"Because it is amusing," chuckled a voice over Marcus’ head. "And while my Pudding Pop can grant wishes, I can take them away. Normally, I wouldn’t, but you have been a very naughty Governor, haven’t you, Marcus Delacroix? Ah, Pride and Envy would just love to get their hands on you, but I’m afraid that you have just enough gluttony in you to fall into my hands."
The fog in Marcus’ head cleared just enough to see the figure of Beau Landry crouching down beside him. "Landry," he snapped, but the sound came out so weak. What the fuck was wrong with him?!? "What are you doing?"
"I’m sorry," chuckled the figure. "I’m afraid that the doctor isn’t making house calls at the moment, but he wanted to let you know that it appears you are suffering from something called Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever. You can expect a high fever, muscle and joint pain, bleeding from all sorts of holes, and fatigue. The good part is that in cases like yours, it could be fatal, which means that you won’t have to suffer from the pain and agony forever. The crappy part is that you wished for eternal life, which means that you can’t die."
Marcus’ mouth opened as his skin felt so hot it was like he was being cooked from the inside out. The heat gave way for a moment, only to be replaced with so much pain it felt like his bones were being broken, only to be quickly reknit.
The cycle kept going on and on until he couldn’t take it anymore and passed out.
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"Awake now?" asked Gluttony as he stared down at the fat pig. He was wrapped up tight in a blanket on his own bed, and the demon was pretty sure that there was a joke somewhere in there; he just didn’t know what it might be.
Ever so slowly, Marcus shifted his head to the side so that he could look at Beau with narrowed eyes. "You are a Healer, heal me."