Poisoned

Milo awoke as the sun did just as he did every morning. He sat up and stretched, watching his wife’s sleeping form fondly. She always looked beautiful, but especially when the rising sunlight hit her just right… well it was better than any other sight in the world. As he got out of bed, he coughed. An itch in the back of his throat. Great… he hoped he wasn’t coming down with a cold or something. Maybe it was just allergies or something. Well it was only a light cough so there wasn’t much to worry about. He went to the restroom to wash up and noticed that he was looking paler than usual. Shrugging it off he went through his daily routine as silently as possible so he wouldn’t wake up Kida. After last night… well they both needed the rest. No matter what Milo did however, he couldn’t get a handle on this cough.