Icky illnesses
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Lucien Knight
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I walked through the kitchen with William clinging to my chest. My poor babies were sick. And by babies I meant William, Rhea, Gabriel, Uriel, Castiel and Pandora.
Castiel was being taken care of by Amara but I had the rest. Conveniently the other bloodhounds were in Europe.
Pandora was the worst although she thought she could still take care of the rest of us. The other three of our children slept with her clinging to her with dear life like they always did.
I heard a beep sound coming from the lounge were we had set up camp.
"Honey, what was that?" I asked as I walked into the living room.
"The air con.'' She answered me.
"Why is the air con on?" I asked her.
"Cold air kills bacteria. Why do you think hospitals are so cold." She told me whi
