Kyousuke simply shrugged. He could understand Sora's concern, since Kyousuke had certainly had better days, but by now, all that was left was a fever, which wasn't much at all in the long run. "... I've dealt with worse. Besides, we don't have time to be wasting. If we stop over every little thing, nobody's ever going to get anything done."

It was hard to worry too much about just that; it would be a lot more manageable with the cuts and broken rib he'd been sporting days prior, for instance. Of course, he couldn't say that out loud, and especially not to Sora. Either way, there was too much to contend with for him to be resting right now. Which reminded him...

"There was another note last—... before I was taken." Last night, he remembered belatedly, though it was still tough to place. His sense of time was too thrown off to reconcile right now. "Did you get one?" He kept his voice as low as he could manage; this was not something they wanted a nurse to overhear.