[M39]

When the intercom came on after lights out and it failed to stir his roommate from sleep, Kotetsu began to worry. Castiel's nurse didn't seem too bothered by it and simply left him a meal on his bedside table in case he woke up. After his encounter with their food and the reaction his stomach seemed to have with it, the older man decided to just skip dinner for now. The queasiness hadn't dissipated yet, but it hadn't grown worse which Kotetsu knew was a small victory.

"Castiel?" he whispered, not wanting to disturb the guy if he really was just sleeping. "Castiel, are you awake?" It was such a stupid question to ask, but it always seemed a necessary one at the time. With no reaction, Kotetsu slipped off his bed quietly and slowly stepped closer to his roommate. Now that he was there, towering over the man as he slept, Kotetsu felt like he should just turn around and forget it, but worry trumped embarrassment.

"Hey, Castiel?" he called out, louder this time. "You, uh, okay?"

No response.

Okay, worry was ratcheted up to anxiety. He leaned over the man to see if he could see the rise and fall of his body. It was so dark in their room that he couldn't see much detail other than Castiel looking like a lump on the bed.

[Castiel~!]

[M63]

Dinner had been quiet, with Okita staying as silent as possible while Guy slept. It was concerning, actually, how long the man had slept this past day. Even as he finished his meal and the lights turned out along with that ominous message, Guy didn't stir. Okita had heard such things happened sometimes - people slept for longer and longer and then... The swordsman shook his head as if he meant to shake the very thought from his mind. Guy was stronger than that, stronger than a lot of them. He wouldn't go out like that. Not at least without a reason, a goodbye, some measure of warning.

The lights grew dim and winked out. The head doctor gave his little speech and Okita watched the speaker box on the wall with gradually waning interest and growing fear. People were going to grow sick, change, become horrific creatures, and those unaffected had a very clear choice at hand: kill their former friends or find a way to help them. Knowing Martin Landel, however, finding a cure would mean risking certain death for at least one person. Dropping his gaze from the wall, he knew he would volunteer if such a mission came.

His eyes fell onto Guy's sleeping form again and Okita finally got up, turning his head away as he coughed a few times. The sound seemed to echo in the room and he frowned, looking down at his hand. The napkin from his dinner tray served him well enough in cleaning up the red dots he saw and he quickly disposed of the offending thing in his desk drawer, locking it. Then, he made his way across to where Guy was, sitting down on the floor next to him. Maybe he shouldn't disturb the man's sleep in case something terrible had happened, but...

Okita reached out and gently shook Guy's shoulder. "...Guy-san? Guy-san, are you alright?"

[From here]

Stepping through the door, Scar took a brief glance around. There was nothing of interest except maybe a bench. The idea of sitting down was more than welcoming, but again, he wasn't going to give that man any further reason to pick at him. At least he had stopped for now.

There was a large window into what seemed to be the operating room, and a door on the opposite wall. Hopefully the supplies were in there?