[His eyes open briefly, bleary and uncomprehending but seeming to register Darc's voice as much as he's able to while sinking in and out of consciousness]
Don't die. Damn it, I don't know who else you know...
[... ....... so you are stuck with me
gathering him up princess-style now that he isn't physically wounded at least, so he can get him back to his apartment. He's been sick before, and he knows to at least keep him fed and give him water, but in the end it's up to Kengo to survive...]
[Without the shadows that were keeping him cool, it's easy to tell he's running a temperature. He stays tense and shivery, mumbling when he's shaken and limbs reaching directionlessly when he's picked up and whenever Darc has to shift his hold on him, trying to balance himself.
He basically curls up again whenever Darc gets them to his apartment and sets Kengo down. Between the quiet whimpers for "Sis" and mild hallucinations while conscious, he alternates between seeking out Darc's presence and shrinking away whenever he becomes aware of him being in the room. It doesn't seem like there's much to do other than try to get him comfortable and let the fever run its course.]
[Darc's experience with illness is being occasionally prodded, and that one time Geedo threw him out back thinking he was dead.
But he remembers what he would have liked, what he hoped for - he's quiet and doesn't leave Kengo's side much, save for getting food and water. He uses the blanket Kengo brought, keeping him wrapped up in it as much as possible, occasionally muttering to him to get a better grip, or just saying he's going to stick around until he's better - he won't accept anything less - so stop wasting his time already and get better.
Mostly he's quiet, though, the starkness of his feelings and choices and actions facing him, but as Kengo continues to be ill he can't bring himself to care about what he should be doing. Can't even scold himself, really.]
[Darc's presence is reassuring, despite any half-conscious, feverish, or paranoid protests he might make when he remembers to, and towards the early morning Kengo finally settles into a more restful sleep, giving Darc time to step out again should Kharg get himself killed he need to, unless he is planning to get any rest himself.]
Pretty much just comes and goes and as soon as he gutses up to decide Kengo is going to die he gets too sad and goes back to his side to yell at him not to and then sit and sulk
[just making sure to reinforce for you that hope is a terrible emotion to have
I mean... Finally, sometime in the early hours of the 97th day his breathing rhythm changes, sounding less painfully slow and more natural if one is listening. Eventually Kengo shifts on his own, eyes falling open as he slowly looks around. He's still mildly feverish, as he's been the whole time, but nothing as intense as when this all started.]
[Tries to reply but his voice sorta dies in his throat, barely a dry croak, and he coughs, bringing a hand up to massage his neck and smiles uncertainly at him before trying again...]
Doesn't notice Darc over there freezing up just yet, just lying there with his hands pressed over his eyes, breathing stuttering rather obviously and painfully.]
[DID YOU SAY CRY HARDER?? No probably not, but that's sort of what happens, except now he's looking at Darc and clearly is having too many feelings at the same time.]
What's wrong with you? Did your sickness mess up your head?...
[but there's helpless relief in his harsh voice, made even more obvious by how exhausted he is. He kneels down by him though, worry in his face, apparently sincerly thinking something in Kengo broke]
[Makes a choked noise that might have been a teary laugh, but that hiccups into some more dry coughing so he is gonna push himself up a bit to lean against the wall and stick a hand out for the canteen while he scrubs at his face.]
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[relaxes significantly when the spell takes again]
You're alright... don't fucking scare me like that.
Looks like you're sick...
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Don't die. Damn it, I don't know who else you know...
[... ....... so you are stuck with me
gathering him up princess-style now that he isn't physically wounded at least, so he can get him back to his apartment. He's been sick before, and he knows to at least keep him fed and give him water, but in the end it's up to Kengo to survive...]
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He basically curls up again whenever Darc gets them to his apartment and sets Kengo down. Between the quiet whimpers for "Sis" and mild hallucinations while conscious, he alternates between seeking out Darc's presence and shrinking away whenever he becomes aware of him being in the room. It doesn't seem like there's much to do other than try to get him comfortable and let the fever run its course.]
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But he remembers what he would have liked, what he hoped for - he's quiet and doesn't leave Kengo's side much, save for getting food and water. He uses the blanket Kengo brought, keeping him wrapped up in it as much as possible, occasionally muttering to him to get a better grip, or just saying he's going to stick around until he's better - he won't accept anything less - so stop wasting his time already and get better.
Mostly he's quiet, though, the starkness of his feelings and choices and actions facing him, but as Kengo continues to be ill he can't bring himself to care about what he should be doing. Can't even scold himself, really.]
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especially losers who get themselves killed
Pretty much just comes and goes and as soon as he gutses up to decide Kengo is going to die he gets too sad and goes back to his side to yell at him not to and then sit and sulk
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OH NO HE'S GETTING WORSE HE'S REALLY GOING TO DIE
no ok, he just seems to not having any consciousness phases anymore
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OK SO HE'S NOT WAKING UP AND NOT MOVING MUCH but uh, I guess his heartbeat seems fairly steady and his color doesn't look so pale anymore??
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8( Still not awake.]
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Day 97
just making sure to reinforce for you that hope is a terrible emotion to haveI mean... Finally, sometime in the early hours of the 97th day his breathing rhythm changes, sounding less painfully slow and more natural if one is listening. Eventually Kengo shifts on his own, eyes falling open as he slowly looks around. He's still mildly feverish, as he's been the whole time, but nothing as intense as when this all started.]
...dar..c?
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jolts!
!!
scrambles, wide eyed, crawling from where he was sitting to right himself, moving over to him]
Kengo! You're-- you're awake!
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T-thirsty. Um, why am I...?
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oh
wait
oh...]
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[...So yeah, by the time Darc gets back with water Kengo is probably crying]
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oh god he's crying
freezes]
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Doesn't notice Darc over there freezing up just yet, just lying there with his hands pressed over his eyes, breathing stuttering rather obviously and painfully.]
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[steps over to him, canteen clutched in his claw]
What the hell are you crying for? You should be happy you're alive.
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[DID YOU SAY CRY HARDER?? No probably not, but that's sort of what happens, except now he's looking at Darc and clearly is having too many feelings at the same time.]
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[but there's helpless relief in his harsh voice, made even more obvious by how exhausted he is. He kneels down by him though, worry in his face, apparently sincerly thinking something in Kengo broke]
Calm down... you'll get better.
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Come on, what's wrong with your feelings? Don't tell me human emotions can scramble.
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I gh--...I guess they're a little scrambled...
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Um, no, it just happens sometimes. It's...
You stayed with me?
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