[action log; Okita, Takiko. At Okita's apartment]
Okita would resent being babied if he were certain he could stay on his feet for more than a few minutes. Takiko didn't seem to suspect that his coughing fits were worse than the cold - flu? What was this illness? - could excuse. Not yet, but he wasn't going to be able to hide or stifle them for days. He would have to find some excuse to leave.
He sank a few inches lower in the cool water, shivering despite himself. Warm water would have been nicer, but he had been feeling feverish and a little nauseous from it. Now, at least, he could keep Takiko's dinner down. And walk to the table, even, he suspected.
Shivering again, he closed his eyes. Cold or flu or winter cough, the disease had settled in his lungs - or just weakened his defenses against the other illness lurking there. He would have to go to the doctor soon.
If only he could manage to sneak around Takiko to do so. Not having to talk about his illness would make this so much simpler...!
Well, he thought, opening his eyes again, freezing to death in a bathtub wouldn't do either of his sicknesses any good. He hauled himself out, wrapping one of the big, oddly fluffy towels he'd purchased around himself, and looked around the bathroom for his yukata.
He sank a few inches lower in the cool water, shivering despite himself. Warm water would have been nicer, but he had been feeling feverish and a little nauseous from it. Now, at least, he could keep Takiko's dinner down. And walk to the table, even, he suspected.
Shivering again, he closed his eyes. Cold or flu or winter cough, the disease had settled in his lungs - or just weakened his defenses against the other illness lurking there. He would have to go to the doctor soon.
If only he could manage to sneak around Takiko to do so. Not having to talk about his illness would make this so much simpler...!
Well, he thought, opening his eyes again, freezing to death in a bathtub wouldn't do either of his sicknesses any good. He hauled himself out, wrapping one of the big, oddly fluffy towels he'd purchased around himself, and looked around the bathroom for his yukata.