MYO-2544: Silas H. Hollyhock

Even bundled under thick blankets, Minerva felt cold. The kind of cold that settled too deeply in her skin, making her body prickly with aches and pains as her chest rattled with another wet sounding cough. She pressed her face against her pillow, a low groan escaping her as she tried to settle down. She wasn’t sure how long it’s been since she woke up and she nearly broke out into a run to the bathroom to retch up last night’s dinner. She still felt that familiar tightness in he...