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[liricamente]

Who: Miharu, Madam Red, Yoite (for now?)
What: yoite: *coughs blood*
miharu: *coughs blood*
madam red: YOU GUYS SUCK.
When: backdating tooooo yesterday evening, i believe?
Where: the apartment that Madam Red and Ciel share.
Warnings: god damn it

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[ripperwantstea]

Madam had just settled herself into a chair for her evening tea, when she heard the rapping at the door. She hadn't even gotten a sip in before sighing and setting the tea cup down, letting it clink slightly. It was probably just Ciel demanding to be let in, and she casually made her way to the door. Gently grabbing the knob, she turned and opened it.

"Honestly, can't you..." her sentence trailed off the minute her red eyes landed on Yoite and Miharu. Or, more importantly, Yoite holding a rather feverish looking Miharu. Nonetheless, she let out a gasp, and opened the door wider. "Wh-What happened..?!"

[liricamente]

"Make him better." His voice is less commanding then he'd like it to be, because it trembles, and he's feeling almost as vulnerable as Miharu looks. Still, there's a harsh edge to it.

jskafhsakj MIHARU ;__;

[ripperwantstea]

"Make him better... has he gotten wors--" Madam's question was unfortunately answered as Miharu threw up right there, and she frowned. Moving from the door slightly, she gave Yoite a nod before turning. "Come in, I'll treat him immediately." Without sparing another glance, she hurriedly made her way to a bedroom (her's to be precise), and pulled the covers back, as a sign for Yoite to place him there. She then sped out of the room to grab a few towels and filled a small bin up with water before making her way back into the room.

"How long has he been like this?"

i cried

[liricamente]

It's difficult, trying to carry Miharu, but Yoite doesn't want him to exert himself anymore, especially after spitting up what little he had in his stomach. When Miharu's safely in the bed (laid down gently, of course, by shaking hands), Yoite kneels by the bedside and holds on to one of Miharu's hands with both of his own. "He was gone when I woke up," he says, "He's been acting strangely. He hasn't been well. I don't understand-"

Panic, panic.

-fwooshes in-

[sinandservitude]

"Madam?" Alerted to Madam's gasp, Sebastian exited from the kitchen where he was preparing dinner, a frown set over his lips. The two of them were expecting Ciel to return from his walk soon, but whoever was at the door was not his Young Master-- he knew that from the smell of their guest alone.

The voice of their visitor was recognizable to him, though, and it didn't take much to figure out by Madam's urgent tone and Yoite's tight voice that something had happeened to the smaller boy-- to Miharu. His eyes followed their figures hurrying to her bedroom, turning back inside the kitchen before following them with a batch of cleaning supplies-- it wouldn't do to let Miharu's vomit stain the floor.

But it was also allowed himself to be a silent presence, should Madam need him.

[ripperwantstea]

She had given a small wave to Sebastian, letting him know that she had it under control for the moment, and continued with what she was doing. Back in her room, she laid the bin of water on the night stand before taking a towel and setting it in to soak it up. She listened to Yoite's explanation, and she knew for a fact that Miharu hadn't listened to her.

A sigh left her lips, though she gave a worried expression to Yoite before taking the now wet towel out and ringing it so it wasn't too heavily soaked. "Acting strangely? How so...?" If the small boy had begun to act strangely, so Madam began to assume, it was more than likely due to his fatigue. Though, from what Miharu had just muttered out, it seemed to be more than fatigue. Folding the damp towel up, she placed it over Miharu's forehead before looking towards Yoite, waiting for an answer.

[liricamente]

"He's- He sees things. He thinks things. I don't know. Red, make him better. You have to." He's not saying please, but the tone of his voice implies it heavily.

"Let me do something for him. Fix him, but let me help. I'll do anything."

[sinandservitude]

With Yoite like this, Sebastian was vaguely reminded of Lady Elizabeth and Prince Soma's insistence to help, with a touch of her panicking and a little of his persistence. In short, the image of Yoite right now was touching on some irritating memories, and Sebastian would rather not remember them at all, thank you very much.

The logical thing to do was to give Yoite something to do.

"If you would like to help him, Yoite, let Madam Red examine him in peace," he spoke. By now he had finished cleaning the floor and stood at the bedroom door, watching the scene unfold with a steady gaze. "I understand if you would like to stay by his side, but it would be better if you give her the space she needs to see to him. You may come with me if you would like to help him in a different way."

With that, the butler turned and headed back to the kitchen.

[ripperwantstea]

Seeing things? Well that was never any good. "Hallucinating..." She pondered a bit, adding that in with his symptoms. Her attention was brought back to Yoite as he frantically asked to make Miharu better. It was touching, to say the least. Of course, she'd do what she could to help fix up the boy that laid before her, but before she mutter anything else, Sebastian was already offering his own two cents.

Red eyes quickly diverted to the butler, and she listened. She smiled at his attempted assistance, but her attention was immediately brought back to Miharu, when he shot up from the bed. Immediately pushing him back down, she gave a firm "No" to him, eyes narrowing, brows furrowing slightly. "You're sick. You're feverish. You're not well. Lie back down and rest," was her order to Miharu, keeping her hand on him to give the hint that she was serious on him resting. She then looked to Yoite to see if he'd stay or not.

[liricamente]

"I can't go away," Yoite says firmly, in strict agreement with Miharu, and he's fighting the urge to push Madam Red out of the way so that he could hold on to Miharu himself. Still, it was he who asked (demanded) Madam Red to fix the tiny boy, and so he'd have to let her do as she saw fit.

Not an enjoyable thought.

"Tell me what I need to do, but I won't leave."

[sinandservitude]

Well, it wasn't as though he had expected Yoite to leave. Those two were near inseparable, after all-- even he, who was still relatively new to the island and his Young Master's new lifestyle and companions, could see that.

Seeing as he had extra apricots lying around, it wouldn't be that difficult to prepare something to help Miharu's fever with them. For the next five minutes he worked to juice several apricots, adding a teaspoon of honey to the concoction before mixing it well.