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Sick.
Kaz doesn’t get sick. The bastard of the barrel doesn’t believe in ‘sick days’. They are a waste of time and resources and only a weak man succumbs to illness.
Today however even Kaz had to admit to feeling bad, well worse than usual. He had woken and not been able to get up for a long while after that. The ache in his leg was worse than ever. No longer just a dull throb, no now it was pain, sheer agony pulsing through his leg. And his head, it felt like he had been hit by a brick. No something was wrong, he was sick.
With the realisation, the waters began to rise and he was once again in the water off the coast of Ketterdam, just a small boy drowning in the harbour. No, no he can best this he isn’t sick, he is fine and should just get on with his day lest the waters rise again.
After finally getting up, Kaz nearly fell as his leg gave in after 2 steps towards his desk. His head was spinning. “Saints” he swore, managing to make it to his chair before his truly collapsed. This was not good, Inej was back in the city tonight and he was to meet her at the docks. How could he do that if he couldn’t even walk 2 steps to his desk. Resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to move for a while he set to doing some of the stacks of paperwork he had to do for the Crow Club and Silver Six gambling parlour. The 2 clubs took an obscenely amount of time to manage, something he knew when he kicked Haskell to the curb but nothing could prepare him for how tedious the work was.
He would never regret his decision to take over the Dregs and with it the Crow Club nor his expansion into the Emerald Palace that he had renamed The Silver Six in honour of his ,eugh, friends he supposed. With his new holdings he was able to pick off whole new flock of pigeons. A much wealthier bunch too.
After what felt like hours, he had finally finished the majority of the cumbersome paperwork and was free to go instil fear into the barrel. However it didn’t exactly go to plan.
He stood up, feeling worse than he had earlier on in the day and as soon as he released his grip on the table his vision started to blur, and that was the last thing he knew before he blacked out.