Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Cat Scratch Fever

Perry yelled and woke up from his sleep.There was a sharp pain in his collarbone, as if he had been scratched hard by a razor blade, and it was as if someone was shredding a carrot with a cheese grater, trying to cut off a piece of meat.The heart of the right hand is wet and sticky, and the fingertips are cold.A ray of sunlight in the morning passed through the half-covered window curtains, making the transparent thin frost on the panes glisten, and lightly flooding the ground with light.In the foggy light, Perry looked at his hands, which looked as if they were thickly coated with chocolate syrup.He fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, which suddenly illuminated the entire room, as well as his hands.But that wasn't chocolate syrup - it was blood.

Perry's eyes widened in horror as he looked toward the bed.Blood stains stained the entire white bed sheet.While blinking his sleepy eyes to drive away his tiredness, he ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. His left chest was covered with mottled blood and patches of scratches, and the gurgling blood clotted on the sparse golden chest hair.It looked like he'd spent the night tearing at his skin and clawing at his body with his nails, so the crevices were filled with blood and dander.Perry looked at his body, which was covered in bloodstains.The one that was just scratched, the one that no longer bleeds, and the one that has scabbed over, is densely packed on the left thigh.

He suddenly saw a few drops of blood on his underwear and couldn't help but turn pale with fright.He opened his panties for a closer look, and sighed in relief—there was no blood on his testicles. He tossed himself so much all night, scratching those itchy places unknowingly in his sleep. "How much pain does it have to make him wake up?" "Sleeping like a dead man" is an understatement.Despite having slept for 13 hours, he still felt tired.Tired and hungry. Perry looked at himself in the mirror.His face was pale and haggard, covered with black blood, like a canvas painted by a child's fingers, or like the colorful oil paint on the face of a wizard when he held a tribal worship ceremony.

The rash becomes more swollen at night.Now they are all the size of a poached egg, and they are all bronzed.Perry twisted his neck, trying to see the lumps on his back and butt in the mirror.They didn't look that bad, he probably didn't scratch at them much in his sleep last night.But the situation is not optimistic at all. Perry was suddenly at a loss. He quickly took a shower to wash away the blood on his body.It was obvious that the situation was really fucking bad, but there was nothing he could do right now.Besides, he had to go to work in another hour or so.He probably had a complete breakdown by the time he got off work and had to see a doctor.

Perry dried himself off and began to apply the rest of the cortisone, carefully avoiding the leg and collarbone cuts.He put a Band-Aid on the wound, got dressed, and made himself a big breakfast.His stomach was already growling with hunger, and the feeling of hunger had never been so strong.He fried five poached eggs, toasted eight loaves, and poured two large bottles of milk. In any case, the pain stopped temporarily, but the skin on his body was horrible.But as long as it doesn't itch, it should be fine.Perry felt that the rash would subside by this evening, at least slowly, and he felt confident that his body was handling the ailments.Perry stuffed his things into his battered briefcase and headed out the door.