Beacham Cinema

Priz doesn't look so great. Although obviously not infected, he spends most of his time in a fevered sleep,as his body tries to produce enough blood to keep him alive. Waking occasionally, he mutters mostly incoherent things about cities of the dead, crazy pilots, why helping is dangerous, and the damned roundists. It's hard to tell whether his situation is improving or not.

((OCC: Going camping. May or may not return Just leave me upstairs out of the way please.))