Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

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Who: Sick people and their well-wishers
When: May 13th-June 4th
Where: Hospitals and clinics all over the Port
Summary: A catch-all log for hospitalized people and their visitors all over the Port during the sickness plot. Everyone feel free to centralize your hospital visit threads here for convenience!
Warning: Please mark your threads if you'll need any.

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And you will never know what it is.

[Except there is little doubt that Teito can picture Frau smirking right now.]

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[Oh yeah - he can picture it perfectly, and that's the reason he's glaring half-heartedly up at you skelly-ghost Frau.]

...you're smirking, like an annoying idiot. See? I know you just fine.

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Of course I am.

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[Yup, more glaring.]

...did you just come here to try to get me to harass the other kid in the room?

[He meant adult, really.]

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Of course not. I didn't even know the two of you were in the same room.

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[Glaring, unfortunately, was something that took more effort than would initially appear. Thus the quick retort was lost in the sudden wide yawn that slipped out of Teito, along with another wave of dizzy chills.

He breathed out a slight groan, then turned to curl up on his side a bit more, kicked off his covers once again.]

...why can't I shake this, Frau?

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You're asking me?

[Despite the sharp retort, Frau is once again trailing his fingers over Teito's hair to soothe him a bit.]

I don't know much about illnesses.

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[That just earns a soft sigh as Teito closed his eyes. He's pretty much reached his limit for the time being.]

We're going to get better though, right?

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Course idiot. Why wouldn't we? Now sleep.

[Frau has no intention of leaving even while Teito's asleep though.]

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[A good thing, that. Because had Teito been more fully aware of himself he would have been a little mortified to realize that whether Frau wanted to leave or not, he'd caught the sleeve of the robe in hand before that hand could draw away.

It was instinct and reassurance after so long with the memory of who he'd grown into suppressed, mingled with a faint fear that he'd wake up to find this freedom and this presence taken away from him once again - all fed by the guilt of allowing such precious memories to be stripped from him to begin with, and the pain it had caused his mentor because of his rash and foolish actions.

He slipped off to sleep with those troubling thoughts dragging him down, fingers clenching slowly tighter in the material in hand.]