---@stxrybooks {Royally Sick}
"Mother, I am perfectly fine to deliver these." Lykoi insisted as he pulled himself away from his mother's touch and gave her a knowing look. His mother protested and suggested that his Father go instead, but really who he had caught the sickness from was from him, so Lykoi shook his head and got in the truck, waving at his mother before he drove away to the city. As soon as he got to the city he did his job to deliver the vegetable crates as best as he could, his body feeling heavy and weak as he did so. Beads of sweat traveled down his face and body and he felt extremely tired; he was getting worse by the minute yet he knew he couldn't go home until he finished. Lykoi's last delivery was to a restaurant and despite how dreadful he was feeling, he also felt good about himself for being able to do his job despite his worsening condition. Once he parked his truck at the back of the building he knocked on the door, holding the crates with one hand as the other hand pressed against his forehead to felt his raging fever. "Delivery from…uhm…Moon's Ranch? Ah…this is not good…"