Xavier looked through an old book of diseases and sicknesses.
He wasn't aware werewolves were able to fall sick, so this felt new to him.
"No, not that. It's not a cough, no, not that either," Xavier said as he quickly flipped through the pages of the book.
"Two hundred and fourteen down, another three hundred and thirteen left to go," he mumbled absentmindedly.
Unable to fathom why he had been feeling strange all day, Xavier decided to turn to books for an answer. Maybe someone else had faced this, and maybe they would give him the answer he was looking for.
"Where is it?" Xavier asked, sure there had to be something that entailed and explained his current state.
Of course there would be… After all, this book had every possible sickness in the entire world.
