At my words, Ambrosia sat up and looked me over in worry.
"Sick? With an illness, not with some silly idea? Oh, Necty, you are! How could this have happened? We must call Tabletina immediately."
She stood up and began putting on her clothing in a hurry, only to pause and look at me again when I coughed into my palm and sat up.
My mind, as foggy as it was from illness, was churning.
The system status showed that I lost most of my stamina, and there was no telling if I will feel better or worse in the future. I also lost a few points of health, which was already diminished by a third because of a recent bloodletting I did for my daughter Queens.
What made me most alarmed was that I had 'Improved Immunity IV' in my personal morphotype! I was the most sickness-resistant bee around (unless my blood loss diminished that).
But my genes carried only 'Improved Immunity II', which meant that…
