“If you’re not sure, that’s probably a good sign,” she replied. “You’d be able to tell if there were more symptoms.” At the very least the fact that the rash didn’t seem to be paining him was a plus, right? As far as serious illnesses went, so far things were pretty mild.
If only it would stay that way.
Checking his temperature was a smart idea, so when Sora invited her to feel his forehead again, she transferred her bag to her left hand and slipped off her glove. The glove had kept her hand relatively close to body temperature, so with luck it wouldn’t throw off the reading; it wasn’t exactly the most effective test ever, but neither of them had a thermometer lying around.
When she touched his skin, Tsubaki cocked her head. His forehead felt warm as it had last night, but not burning hot. “You’re right, the fever hasn’t gone away… But it doesn’t seem too much worse.” The silver lining to an otherwise dark cloud. Who was this Kratos person, though? Tsubaki thought she knew that name from the Club activities and other assorted bulletin notes. She took a step back so that she wasn’t still crowding Sora, and nodded. “A note, that’s a good idea,” she said as she put her glove back on. “This is everybody’s concern now. We have to get you better if we can…”
But what else could she tell Sora? Being healthy, she could only imagine the burden this was putting on him. She knew him well enough to know that he would never want to hurt someone as savagely as monsters around the hospital did, and to be threatened with the possibility of turning into one of them…
“Take care of yourself for now,” was her answer at first. Her tone didn’t waver, but the worry in her eyes was quite clear. “Don’t try to push yourself, just conserve your strength. If you do start to act differently,” and this was the painful part, thinking about Sora being corrupted by the infection, “then we’ll figure it out. We can always keep you away from people until you come back to yourself. Maybe someone should be ready to take over your duties if it comes to that?”
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If only it would stay that way.
Checking his temperature was a smart idea, so when Sora invited her to feel his forehead again, she transferred her bag to her left hand and slipped off her glove. The glove had kept her hand relatively close to body temperature, so with luck it wouldn’t throw off the reading; it wasn’t exactly the most effective test ever, but neither of them had a thermometer lying around.
When she touched his skin, Tsubaki cocked her head. His forehead felt warm as it had last night, but not burning hot. “You’re right, the fever hasn’t gone away… But it doesn’t seem too much worse.” The silver lining to an otherwise dark cloud. Who was this Kratos person, though? Tsubaki thought she knew that name from the Club activities and other assorted bulletin notes. She took a step back so that she wasn’t still crowding Sora, and nodded. “A note, that’s a good idea,” she said as she put her glove back on. “This is everybody’s concern now. We have to get you better if we can…”
But what else could she tell Sora? Being healthy, she could only imagine the burden this was putting on him. She knew him well enough to know that he would never want to hurt someone as savagely as monsters around the hospital did, and to be threatened with the possibility of turning into one of them…
“Take care of yourself for now,” was her answer at first. Her tone didn’t waver, but the worry in her eyes was quite clear. “Don’t try to push yourself, just conserve your strength. If you do start to act differently,” and this was the painful part, thinking about Sora being corrupted by the infection, “then we’ll figure it out. We can always keep you away from people until you come back to yourself. Maybe someone should be ready to take over your duties if it comes to that?”