[He looks up sharply at the approach, lack of recognition on his face at the girl who stands there in front of him. In an effort to wipe away the vulnerability of the fit, Sasuke rises and scrapes his right wrist across his mouth to clear the smear of blood. There's a lingering taste in his mouth: metallic and coppery, but also earthen like soil. He swallows against it, wishing for water.]
What do you mean, 'you too'? [Voice weary and hoarse, eyes shadowed, skin pale — he is having a rough day of it. Give him a moment to register through the foggy state of his mind.] ... The illness.
[That doesn't bode well. Is it contagious? Sasuke glances to the yellow petals in the dirt, swiping the heel of his foot across them as if to hide their remnants, before he addresses the girl again more sternly.]
Tell me what happened, and what you're feeling now.
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What do you mean, 'you too'? [Voice weary and hoarse, eyes shadowed, skin pale — he is having a rough day of it. Give him a moment to register through the foggy state of his mind.] ... The illness.
[That doesn't bode well. Is it contagious? Sasuke glances to the yellow petals in the dirt, swiping the heel of his foot across them as if to hide their remnants, before he addresses the girl again more sternly.]
Tell me what happened, and what you're feeling now.