[video, filtered away from Asch, Gen, Seph, and Kadaj] November 26, around 11:30am
[It's clear that Rufus has been debating whether or not to say anything. The video clicks on, then off, then on, then off again. There's a couple of minutes where nothing happens and the feed clicks back on. Rufus looks rather put out and frustrated, almost as though somebody has been snippy with him for the last twenty-four hours. There's a good reason for that: Asch has been snippy with him for the last twenty-four hours. It's like Asch thinks Rufus should have known it would be cold in November in a place called Greenland.
He runs a hand through his hair - it somehow looks less perfect than usual - and keeps his voice low as he stares into the camera. When his hand lowers, it's plain he's sitting on his bed. The look on his face is one of utter seriousness. It's clear that this is a grave situation and he has no idea how to proceed. Rufus is whispering because he doesn't want Asch to hear him.]
My Meister is sick. He says it's just a cold and I can't get him to go see a doctor or stay down and rest.
[There's a noise off-camera and Rufus starts. He glances warily off-camera, making sure Asch isn't about to catch him red-handed.]
Asch has been coughing, sneezing, and he sounds and looks like hell. And I...
[Now the hard part. Rufus grits his teeth and looks away.]
I don't know what to do. I almost never get sick. [And when he does, he ignores it.]
Ineedhelp.
[Rufus clears his throat and looks away. He leans back against the headboard (the communicator is on his knee) and though he might appear relaxed, anybody who knows him well can see in the slight tightening of the lines around his eyes and mouth that he's displeased and uncomfortable about asking for help.]
I have no idea how to care for a sick person. I would welcome your advice or your upper body strength to carry him off to the clinic.
He runs a hand through his hair - it somehow looks less perfect than usual - and keeps his voice low as he stares into the camera. When his hand lowers, it's plain he's sitting on his bed. The look on his face is one of utter seriousness. It's clear that this is a grave situation and he has no idea how to proceed. Rufus is whispering because he doesn't want Asch to hear him.]
My Meister is sick. He says it's just a cold and I can't get him to go see a doctor or stay down and rest.
[There's a noise off-camera and Rufus starts. He glances warily off-camera, making sure Asch isn't about to catch him red-handed.]
Asch has been coughing, sneezing, and he sounds and looks like hell. And I...
[Now the hard part. Rufus grits his teeth and looks away.]
I don't know what to do. I almost never get sick. [And when he does, he ignores it.]
Ineedhelp.
[Rufus clears his throat and looks away. He leans back against the headboard (the communicator is on his knee) and though he might appear relaxed, anybody who knows him well can see in the slight tightening of the lines around his eyes and mouth that he's displeased and uncomfortable about asking for help.]
I have no idea how to care for a sick person. I would welcome your advice or your upper body strength to carry him off to the clinic.