Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs novel Chapter 82

Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs

Chapter 82 Not Felling Well

That woke Zachary right up–no trace of sleepiness left.

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They didn’t stop again until full daylight, when the red sun had risen in the east. Only then did the group finally pause to rest and eat.

They had prey with them, so once the fire was started, food came together quickly. Everyone was so happy at the thought of returning to the tribe that they seemed far more willing than usual to put up with hunger

Stone and firewood were the easiest things to find in the forest. Using whatever was nearby, they soon had chunks of meat sizzling over the flames, fat crackling as it dripped.

They were out of salt, so the meat was roasted plain, but no one cared. Everyone dropped to the ground where they were, grabbed a piece, and dug in.

In this world, picky eaters generally didn’t exist.

Zachary, however, was the exception.

He stared at the greasy, charred meat in his hand. After one bite, his brows twisted into

tight frown.

The meat was tough, gamey, and bland, with a lingering, rank taste that clung to his mouth no matter what.

He kept staring at it, looking miserable.

When Matthew noticed he’d stopped eating, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zachary lied, “I don’t think I’m that hungry.”

Matthew frowned. During the entire trip, Zachary had barely eaten properly. Most of the time, he’d just made do with a few pieces of fruit, except for that one day when they’d roasted quacking beasts, and he’d managed to eat a few extra bites of meat.

How was he supposed to stay healthy if he kept not eating?

“Eat a little,” Matthew said. “We still have a long way to go.”

Zachary forced himself to take another bite, but even after chewing forever, he just couldn’t swallow it.

Seeing how miserable he looked, Matthew grew concerned. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No. Just not hungry.”

Left with no choice, Matthew pulled out a few fruits and held them out to him. “What about these?”

“Okay.” The moment Zachary saw the plump, juicy fruit, relief washed over his face, and he nodded at once.

He secretly spat out the meat in his mouth and chased it down with several huge gulps of cold water.

After a rushed meal, the group packed up again and set out, the black panthers once more racing through the forest with their loads clamped in their jaws.

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The morning mist had burned away, and everything ahead had come sharply into focus.

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Zachary found himself distracted by all the strange plants on either side of the path, and every now and then, some bizarre–looking animal would pop out too. It was actually kind of fun.

But before long, he stopped feeling so lively.

A dull ache began spreading through his stomach, and with every jolt from the ride beneath him, the

nausea got worse.

Zachary bent low over Matthew’s back and pressed a fist against his stomach, hoping it would ease the discomfort.

It didn’t help.

The pain in his stomach came in waves now, cramping harder and harder. The nausea climbed into his throat and got stuck there, refusing to go up or down. Zachary nearly curled in on himself, cold sweat breaking out across his back.

He figured he’d probably chilled his stomach. For the past several days he’d done nothing but drink cold water and stuff himself with fruit at every meal.

It had felt great at the time.

It felt awful now.

He held out as long as he could, but eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. Afraid he might throw up on Matthew, he quickly lifted a hand and patted him, his voice weak. “Matthew, stop for a second.”

Matthew had already been keeping his speed under control, and they were toward the back of the group by then. At Zachary’s words, he veered off to the side and stopped. Before he could even lower himself, Zachary slid clumsily off his back.

Then, before Matthew could react, he staggered to a tree and doubled over, vomiting.

Matthew immediately shifted back into human form and hurried over without even bothering to get dressed. “What’s wrong?”

Zachary

bloodle as bent over, one hand clutching his stomach and the other jammed down his throat, his face

Matthew reached out to touch him and found him drenched in sweat.

“I’m fi–ugh…” Another wave of nausea surged up, forcing Zachary’s whole body to jerk.

Matthew grabbed hold of him, his brows locked tight. “I’m taking you back to the shaman.”

“I’ll be fine once I throw it all up.” Zachary was weak enough that he had to cling to Matthew’s arm for support. He threw up twice more, and once the last of what was churning in his stomach was finally out, the awful feeling gradually began to fade.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his stomach. Only then did he notice Matthew was still naked.

Completely naked.

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Embarrassed, Zachary quickly averted his eyes. “Matthew, um… maybe put your clothes on first.”

Matthew hastily pulled on a pair of pants, but the tension in his expression never eased.

He reached out and felt Zachary’s forehead. No fever, but his complexion still looked bad.

Quincy and Elias had noticed that Matthew and Zachary had fallen behind, so they came back looking for

them.

The second they saw how weak Zachary looked leaning against Matthew, they ran over. “What happened?”

Matthew’s eyes were full of worry. “Zachary’s not feeling well.”

Truthfully, Zachary already felt much better after throwing up. He patted Matthew’s arm. “I’m okay now!

This time, it was really his own fault for not paying attention. Now that he’d suffered through it once, he’d remember.

Matthew wanted the others to go on ahead while he stayed back with Zachary so herest for a bit, then

catch up more slowly.

But Zachary shook his head. By now, he understood just how dangerous the jungle could be, and he felt it was safer to stay with the group.

Matthew on his own would’ve been fine, but with Zachary there too, running into a pack of wild beasts could get messy fast.

Besides, he really did feel a lot better now. It had just been that one bad spell.

When he was little, whenever he got greedy and ate something cold that upset his stomach, the adults always made him stick his fingers down his throat. Once he’d thrown up, all it took was a hot bowl of dough–drop soup, and he’d be fine again.

No medicine needed.

“If you start feeling bad again, say something,” Matthew warned.

“Okay. I know.”

Zachary climbed back onto Matthew’s back, but this time Matthew ran much more slowly, just barely able to keep up at the rear of the group.

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