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Morg woke to the Lead Trifect’s message still playing. He had listened to it sub-consciously hundreds of times in his sleep.
The sleep and drugs rejuvenated him. He felt a little better and for the first time in days wanted to eat and go to the bathroom. This illness created strange symptoms and side effects. He couldn’t remember the last time he relieved himself. And, food was the furthest thing from his mind. Morg loved to eat but this illness erased his desire for nourishment. For beings who were overweight, the illness was a great diet.
Morg glanced over at the Earthling. The kid was still out cold, softly snoring, and smiling at whoever was in his dream.
Morg rose carefully from his cot hoping he wouldn’t lose his balance and topple over. Before he stood, he knew a simple task
