He felt like he was sticking to things. He most certainly wasn't, but he could feel it in his mind. He needed a shower and requesting one after his little display this morning probably wasn't going to work. He regretted acting so rashly, but... who would blame him? They came and took him and tortured him, did worse than torture him and now--
Himura. Wonderful.
Not only did he have to deal with the knowledge that he was disgustingly filthy and injured, but now Himura. He couldn't stab him, he couldn't do a thing. They were allies. Right. Allies. He had to remember that.
It was humiliating to appear before him in this state, but Okita had no choice. Anytime he attempted to get up either a nurse or his injuries protested. He absolutely hated being an invalid. "Of course, Himura-san," he said, maintaining his usual veneer of pleasantness. "Please, sit. We've been missing each other quite a lot lately, don't you agree?"
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Himura. Wonderful.
Not only did he have to deal with the knowledge that he was disgustingly filthy and injured, but now Himura. He couldn't stab him, he couldn't do a thing. They were allies. Right. Allies. He had to remember that.
It was humiliating to appear before him in this state, but Okita had no choice. Anytime he attempted to get up either a nurse or his injuries protested. He absolutely hated being an invalid. "Of course, Himura-san," he said, maintaining his usual veneer of pleasantness. "Please, sit. We've been missing each other quite a lot lately, don't you agree?"