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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May 26th

[blackmoonrising]

[He blinks against the light when he comes to because it just makes his throbbing head hurt more, and sitting up isn't much better. He lies there, comforted by the familiar thrum of reiatsu in the air and letting it just wash over him for a bit. He might not be closely acquainted with the venerable shinigami healer, but he can't say it's not a relief to see a familiar face.]

What ha-

[His voice comes out in a dry rasp, the back of his throat feels like sandpaper. He tries again after swallowing, not that it makes a great deal of difference.]

What happened?

[calm_tempest]

[She's repaired any physical damage his fall might have caused, but unfortunately, her powers can do little for the illness itself. A few symptoms she can bring some relief to. But only a few. And only temporarily.]

[She moves to pour him a cup of water.] You collapsed at your workplace. Your co-workers brought you in.

[She approaches his bedside with the cup.] Water? [Whether he will be able to keep it down, she doesn't know. But he can at least wet his throat with it.]

[blackmoonrising]

Sh-

[He checks himself and his language before he's able to finish the expletive. Something about Unohana Retsu always puts him in a mind to be on his best behaviour.

He pushes himself up on his elbows to manoeuvre himself into a sitting position, pausing slightly from a sudden rush of vertigo and nausea. His head throbbing, and he takes a moment to lean forward and get his breath and his bearings back. When he speaks again, his voice is still raspy.]

Yeah, please.

[calm_tempest]

[She's always found it rather amusing how some people instinctively curb their language around her. It's nothing she hasn't heard before; the Eleventh in particular are rather colourful with their expletives. She doesn't even mind hearing it, and would only give warning if such language is used in the presence of someone young or impressionable. She is neither of those things.

[She holds the cup for him so that he doesn't have to lift his arms.] I'd rather been expecting you here, over the past few days.

[blackmoonrising]

[He takes the drink gratefully and takes a big enough sip to wet the back of his throat. It's too bright in here and it makes his head hurt, so he keeps his eyes in a squint.]

I'm fine. I just fell. I'll be out in a couple of hours tops.

[It's wishful thinking and foolish machismo besides; he doesn't want to admit that he's as sick as he is to anybody, no matter how foolhardy it might be trying to bluff it out in front of Unohana-san. Even so, the energy that he expended to sit up has left him feeling as weak as a kitten. It's pathetic.]

[calm_tempest]

[She lifts an eyebrow, faintly amused.] Kurosaki-san, I have spent over two thousand years listening to people trying to convince me that they are "fine." This is a rather poor attempt.

[Honestly, not even the greenest intern would have fallen for that, and she is by far the eldest working at this hospital.]

You have a fever of one-hundred-two, are dehydrated, and prone to severe dizzy spells. You will be going nowhere until these problems are corrected. [Which will take more than a couple hours, kiddo.] Please lie back down.

[Said in that tone that indicates that it's not as much of a request as the wording implies.]

[blackmoonrising]

[Normally, he would protest loudly at being ordered at what to do, but he feels just as crappy as his symptoms would suggest and, well, he's rather of the mind that you're not supposed to argue with Unohana-san. She's a little scary after all. He lies back down without a word, closing his eyes for a while.]

I didn't know my fever was that high. I figured it'd go down on its own. Guess it's the sickness that's going around, huh.

[He hadn't wanted to believe he'd caught it; he was never sick, he figured if he kept treating it as a cold then he'd be fine. It had been weird trying to deal with his symptoms without Yuzu fussing over him or his old man tossing medicine in his direction with a surprising lack of his usual dramatics.]

How long am I gonna be stuck here for?

[calm_tempest]

Thank you. [Polite as ever, when he lies back down.]

Mm. I'm afraid this virus isn't as simple as merely waiting it out. Something that can have fatal consequences. [There's a sadness in her voice to go along with the admonishment. Guess who had waited too long to seek proper treatment.]

Until your fever can be brought down and remain so, it would be unwise to release you. How long that will take, I cannot say.

[blackmoonrising]

[Ichigo is still for a moment and exhales. His head is throbbing and he doesn't want to open his eyes again now that they're closed. His voice is low when he speaks again.]

I heard about Byakuya. I didn't know what to say.

[It was a shock. Byakuya was strong, Ichigo's had first hand experience with that knowledge, and to find out that something like an illness had managed to kill him was a pretty frightening though. It's enough to quiet his protests to being stuck here.]

Damn this places is a pain in the ass.

[calm_tempest]

[Though she's unaware of this as of yet, the reason she's been largely asymtomatic herself is because she rarely internalizes her negative feelings. She tends to work those out as a matter of course.]

Saying something was not required; it was merely a necessary notification.

[But that last statement brings something of a genuine upward quirk to her lips. Ah, young people. So succinct.] One thing after another, quite often. Though not usually quite so deadly.