I was taking care of my father who was suffering of a strange disease that caused him to grow painful spikes all over his body. For relief he had to be suspended by ropes from the ceiling as lying in bed would aggravate the spikes. The condition caused him to be delirious. We were living in a medieval European village, very cold, very wet.
Prolonged exposure to someone who is infected resulted in the caretaker growing holes all over their skin. I wore a hooded tunic to cover my appearance. I was carrying a bucket of water and looked at my reflection. I opened my mouth and my tongue was covered with holes.
That’s when I woke up.
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