Not satisfied with taking our young, the creature aimed higher, and Julia was in its clutches from midnight on. Rest was fleeting at best, as every 10-15 minutes someone would need attention, or a sip of water, or a run to the lavatory.
Now I sit alone in my household, the last healthy member of the family. Every female human is passed out asleep under heavy blankets, but mercifully keeping their fluids to themselves. I don't know how much longer I have. I'm trusting in my immune system's years of hospital exposures to get me through this. It's either that, or sheer willpower, because man I cannot emphasize enough how much I loathe vomiting.
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