broken clocks and burning daylight (c)

"Lichenwing.." Echosong tried to rouse the warrior, he was one of the more severely ill clan mates and it made his heart ache to see them all hurting. He saw improvement in those who had taken the new herb mixture he had concocted so he was determined to give it to the whole forest if he had to. Anything for everyone to be healthy, so then no one would be at risk of getting sick again. Echosocg turned his head to cough then pushed the mixture towards the grey tom, "Eat up."

Ragweed x 24 (-1)
Tormentil x 28 (-1)
Burdockroot x 22 (-1)
Celandine x 16 (-1)
Chamomile x 11
Coneflower x 19 (-1)
Basil x 18 (-1)
Lavender x 21 (-1)
Wild Garlic x 22 (-1)
Sorrel x 25
Chervil x 15
Burnet x 9
Borage x 20
Comfrey x 13

Burdock root - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are Successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Coneflower - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are Successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Ragweed - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are Successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Tormentil - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are Successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Lavender - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are Successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Wild Garlic - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are Successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Chamomile - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are unsuccessful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Celandine - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are unsuccessful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

Basil - You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are unsuccessful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms

It was hot. He was so hot. Lichenwing couldn't open his eyes, they were practically crusted shut, and he wasn't sure if it was night or day. But every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, every breath of air was like lava in his lungs. The charcoal tom took a rasping breath, desperate to suck in any of the cool, fresh air that he knew should be there. Why did it hurt? Why did everything hurt?

He heard a voice. His name. Echosong? Lichenwing turned his head towards the noise, whiskers twitching as something was pushed in front of him. Leaves - herbs? The other tom spoke again, eat, and Lichenwing took the herbs, chewing, swallowing. He didn't even taste them, but they made his mouth water, and he was grateful enough for that, since his throat was agonal and constricted.

He tried to say "Thank you," to Echosong, but all that got out was a muffled gasp before his head flopped weakly back to the ground. The herbs would do their work, in time, but for now he just needed rest.