The room was getting crowded, but it was hard to focus long enough to see if he could recognize anyone out of the new group of people. There were voices though, some familiar, some not. He looked at the medicine the boy was holding out before him, then took it with a shaking hand. Alcohol would have been nice right now, any kind at all as long as there was lots of it, but his injuries still throbbed painfully all up and down his body.

It took a couple of tries, but he swallowed the medicine, his vibrant blue eyes beginning to dull with fever. He just wanted it to stop hurting. Almost unconsciously, his free hand reached out and caught the hem of Kurogane's shirt. He gave an apologetic look before he had to wince at the pain and his hold tightened for just a moment. His breathing felt like it was speeding up, bit by bit, but he could do nothing to stop it. It sounded shallow and wet and he tried not to cough again.

Yuuhi gave the blonde medic a short glance before preparing himself for the coming pain. His arm had been somewhat simple, he could see the damage, tell what had been done, but the legs? He hadn't even been able to move them. They'd surely be bruised up and down, not to mention the burns that the boy's blasts had given him. The legs of his pants still had burn marks and fabric stuck to skin in places. It wasn't just the legs either, his shoulder matched as well as his ribs, though Kurogane and the medic were giving him conflicting messages. Don't speak, but tell what's wrong. In the end, he clenched his teeth, waited for the pain to come, and said nothing.