[Script Log] This feeling in the pit of my Stomach
Who: Shiraishi Kuranosuke & Tezuka Kunimitsu
Where: Tezuka's and Atobe's apartment, and later the hospital. :o!
What: It's not only Kura's cooking that's dangerous...
When: June 23rd
Warning: PG?
Comments: Sure. =3
Shira: ... I'm sorry Tezuka.
Tezuka: *in a daze* Mmph?
Shira: ...
Tezuka: ... Hi. *tries a small smile*
Shira: ... Hi. Uh...
Tezuka: .... What are you doing here?
Shira: ... I'm just... checking up on you.
Tezuka: Oh. Uhm. Do excuse me for not getting up...
Shira: No no. Just keep resting.
Tezuka: ... You don't look so good.
Shira: Same goes for you.
Tezuka: Well... Uh... *leans over to say hello to the bucket standing by the bed*
Shira: *startled* ... that bad... huh?
Tezuka: *unable to reply right now*
Shira: *doesn’t need an answer, he can see what the answer is*
Tezuka: ... *falls back on his bed, wiping his mouth* ... I apologize.
Shira: Don't... I'm the one who should.
Tezuka: You're not the one making a rather unsightful figure right now.
Shira: No. But I'm the one who caused this.
Tezuka: ... *can't argue*
Shira: So I'm really sorry. I'll keep myself out of kitchen for... now. *or forever*
Tezuka: ... *smiles* Fetch me some water, please?
Shira: ... *nods and goes to kitchen* (... you just said you’d stay out-- yeah, I know, that way)
Tezuka: ... Hm. *can't help but smile at that*
Shira: *comes back with a glass of water*
Tezuka: Thank you. *avoids mentioning that yes, he did go to the kitchen*
Shira: ... *didn't even realize he did*
Tezuka: .... *glug glug*
Shira: Are you sure you don't need a doctor?
Tezuka: I'll be fine. *stubborn as a mule this one*
Shira: But if it gets any worse.
Tezuka: It won't.
Shira: You never know...
Tezuka: Hn. *closes his eyes, fever about to get the better of him*
Shira: ... *touches his forehead to see if he has a fever, since he looks so bad* .... Tezuka
Tezuka: Mmm...?
Shira: This isn't a good sign. You should really just get checked.
Tezuka: If I still feel bad tomorrow, I'll go. ... I just don't know how I'll afford it. I'm still trying to fix the bills from my pneumonia spell.
Shira: ... I'll handle it. It's my responsibility after all.
Tezuka: ... I doubt it's simply your cooking that's made me this sick.
Shira: Even if it wasn't, it's part of it. *he sighs* Tezuka. Please, accept my help. It's the least I can do.
Tezuka: ..... Very well. *extends a hand that's damp with cold sweat, but still hot to the touch*
Shira: *touches said hand, and looks really worried* The sooner we get you checked the better... we don't want to wait and see if this gets worse.
Tezuka: ...... But...
Shira: No buts.
Tezuka: ... Fine. *sinks back against the pillows*
Shira: Do you think you can manage a trip to the hospital somehow?
Tezuka: ... *nods*
Shira: I'll call a taxi, then. That will get us there fastest. Don't worry about it being expensive either, I can afford it.
Tezuka: *doesn't really hear him* Mm.
Shira: ... *goes off to make a call*
Doctor: *a good while later* It's a good thing you brought him in when you did. *looks at Kura*
Shira: ... Yeah?
Doctor: *nods* He had appendicitis, quite advanced at that. If you had waited only a few more hours...
Shira: ... A-ah. *looks down* He's going to be fine now, right?
Doctor: Yes. *smiles* We did manage to catch it in time. Would you like to see him?
Shira: *he nods with a small smile*
Doctor: *leads the way into the intensive care room where Tezuka is now placed, doped up on drugs* *leaves*
Tezuka: ... Hey.
Shira: ... hi.
Tezuka: ..... So I guess it wasn't just your cooking after all, huh? *smiles*
Shira: It... yeah. *he could say I'm glad' but...*
Tezuka: .... Will you let the others in school know?
Shira: Of course. *he nods* And you don't need to worry about the bill, really. Just leave it to me.
Tezuka: .... *nods* Yeah, don't wanna worry about it. *obviously stoned*
Shira: ... I should probably let you sleep.
Tezuka: Sleep can be such a dirty word... *This would be a 'YES!'*
Shira: ... ... *hides small amusement* Good night, Tezuka.
Tezuka: *smiles drowsily* 'Night.
Where: Tezuka's and Atobe's apartment, and later the hospital. :o!
What: It's not only Kura's cooking that's dangerous...
When: June 23rd
Warning: PG?
Comments: Sure. =3
Shira: ... I'm sorry Tezuka.
Tezuka: *in a daze* Mmph?
Shira: ...
Tezuka: ... Hi. *tries a small smile*
Shira: ... Hi. Uh...
Tezuka: .... What are you doing here?
Shira: ... I'm just... checking up on you.
Tezuka: Oh. Uhm. Do excuse me for not getting up...
Shira: No no. Just keep resting.
Tezuka: ... You don't look so good.
Shira: Same goes for you.
Tezuka: Well... Uh... *leans over to say hello to the bucket standing by the bed*
Shira: *startled* ... that bad... huh?
Tezuka: *unable to reply right now*
Shira: *doesn’t need an answer, he can see what the answer is*
Tezuka: ... *falls back on his bed, wiping his mouth* ... I apologize.
Shira: Don't... I'm the one who should.
Tezuka: You're not the one making a rather unsightful figure right now.
Shira: No. But I'm the one who caused this.
Tezuka: ... *can't argue*
Shira: So I'm really sorry. I'll keep myself out of kitchen for... now. *or forever*
Tezuka: ... *smiles* Fetch me some water, please?
Shira: ... *nods and goes to kitchen* (... you just said you’d stay out-- yeah, I know, that way)
Tezuka: ... Hm. *can't help but smile at that*
Shira: *comes back with a glass of water*
Tezuka: Thank you. *avoids mentioning that yes, he did go to the kitchen*
Shira: ... *didn't even realize he did*
Tezuka: .... *glug glug*
Shira: Are you sure you don't need a doctor?
Tezuka: I'll be fine. *stubborn as a mule this one*
Shira: But if it gets any worse.
Tezuka: It won't.
Shira: You never know...
Tezuka: Hn. *closes his eyes, fever about to get the better of him*
Shira: ... *touches his forehead to see if he has a fever, since he looks so bad* .... Tezuka
Tezuka: Mmm...?
Shira: This isn't a good sign. You should really just get checked.
Tezuka: If I still feel bad tomorrow, I'll go. ... I just don't know how I'll afford it. I'm still trying to fix the bills from my pneumonia spell.
Shira: ... I'll handle it. It's my responsibility after all.
Tezuka: ... I doubt it's simply your cooking that's made me this sick.
Shira: Even if it wasn't, it's part of it. *he sighs* Tezuka. Please, accept my help. It's the least I can do.
Tezuka: ..... Very well. *extends a hand that's damp with cold sweat, but still hot to the touch*
Shira: *touches said hand, and looks really worried* The sooner we get you checked the better... we don't want to wait and see if this gets worse.
Tezuka: ...... But...
Shira: No buts.
Tezuka: ... Fine. *sinks back against the pillows*
Shira: Do you think you can manage a trip to the hospital somehow?
Tezuka: ... *nods*
Shira: I'll call a taxi, then. That will get us there fastest. Don't worry about it being expensive either, I can afford it.
Tezuka: *doesn't really hear him* Mm.
Shira: ... *goes off to make a call*
Doctor: *a good while later* It's a good thing you brought him in when you did. *looks at Kura*
Shira: ... Yeah?
Doctor: *nods* He had appendicitis, quite advanced at that. If you had waited only a few more hours...
Shira: ... A-ah. *looks down* He's going to be fine now, right?
Doctor: Yes. *smiles* We did manage to catch it in time. Would you like to see him?
Shira: *he nods with a small smile*
Doctor: *leads the way into the intensive care room where Tezuka is now placed, doped up on drugs* *leaves*
Tezuka: ... Hey.
Shira: ... hi.
Tezuka: ..... So I guess it wasn't just your cooking after all, huh? *smiles*
Shira: It... yeah. *he could say I'm glad' but...*
Tezuka: .... Will you let the others in school know?
Shira: Of course. *he nods* And you don't need to worry about the bill, really. Just leave it to me.
Tezuka: .... *nods* Yeah, don't wanna worry about it. *obviously stoned*
Shira: ... I should probably let you sleep.
Tezuka: Sleep can be such a dirty word... *This would be a 'YES!'*
Shira: ... ... *hides small amusement* Good night, Tezuka.
Tezuka: *smiles drowsily* 'Night.