blackangelofdark

“You poor babies,” you said, petting the heads of your sick Italian mochis. They were both lying in your lap, huddled together, sniffling and coughing. Lovino was miserable. He couldn’t sleep at night, he had trouble breathing, he threw up everything he ate, and he cried a lot. At least Feli could sleep so his body could rest. You had stayed up hours at night to help Lovi go to sleep. “Are you two hungry?” you asked “Pasta,” Feli moaned. “No. Pasta won’t make you any better. Remember when you had pasta yesterday? You were throwing up for five minutes straight. You get soup. It’s

“You poor babies,” you said, petting the heads of your sick Italian mochis. They were both lying in your lap, huddled together, sniffling and coughing. Lovino was miserable. He couldn’t sleep at night, he had trouble breathing, he threw up everything he ate, and he cried a lot. At least Feli could sleep so his body could rest. You had stayed up hours at night to help Lovi go to sleep. “Are you two hungry?” you asked “Pasta,” Feli moaned. “No. Pasta won’t make you any better. Remember when you had pasta yesterday? You were throwing up for five minutes straight. You get soup. It’s