Chapter 86

Pablo's POV

"If you cough inside the food, it will make everyone sick," Alefe pointed out, slightly bothered by my routine cough crisis. " Dude, are you okay? Do you want the guards to take you to the infirmary?”

"No, I'm better," I replied still out of breath, leaning on the sink counter. I staggered slightly, and Alefe cursed by supporting me. "It's just that after Ramirez's death I started to feel this kind of thing more often. It's a dizziness and an absurd cough.”

"Isn't it a symptom of your pneumonia? "As Afonso asked, already leaving turnips to get closer. He touched my forehead, then leaned his hand on my chest. I didn't even have the strength to nod or deny with my head. Peaks of improvement and worsening were increasingly frequent. "You should really go to the infirmary, PS. You look pale, but your lips are turning purple.”

"It's just a silly shortness of breath," I said softly, because I no longer had the strength to keep my voice at the right leve