VIII - Must be Tuesday

[istoppedtime]

[The feed is switched on by a careless, probing hand grabbing for it; the first thing it catches is a low groan, half of pain and half of general exasperation. Jotaro is in the initial stages of sitting up in bed. He looks altogether awful, this gaunt and wasted sort of look, as though he's been sick for a long time - which is about right, after

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[bosomyburden]

You look terrible. Are you sure you should be up?

[istoppedtime]

Yeah. I'm good.

[He nudges the fox off with one hand and sends it sprawling.]

Been too long anyway.

[bosomyburden]

Have you already seen Unohana at the clinic?

[istoppedtime]

No point bothering her. I can take it from here.

[bosomyburden]

I don't think it'd be a bother. It's what she does after all.

[istoppedtime]

Yeah. And that's why everyone here always gives her a hell of a workload.

[bosomyburden]

But people don't become ill or injured on purpose...most of the time.