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[goodknightdaddy]

[Odd but Keirean pays it no mind.]

It'll be all right, I promise you'll be well taken care of. It may take some time to recover, but I will see that you do.

... You're holding on well.

[ehnnui]

[his body is getting feverish now, the poison kicking in.]

I won't let you down. I promised.

[goodknightdaddy]

[He holds onto the compress, stemming the blood. A medic arrives before he can respond and he hovers a moment before seeing to the aftermath. But he's the one to personally carry Kamukura with him on his horse back to the villa, even if the young man isn't conscious for it.

There everyone wounded gets proper thorough treatment, and Keirean carries Kamukura to a familiar room, settles him in bed and watches the doctors give him medicine.

The poison will make him feverish for a few days and weak for a while longer, on top of the wound, but he'll make a full recovery.

Keirean deals with his job as commander than comes back, watches over him, troubled, until he accidentally falls asleep in the chair by the bed.

The very same way he did once before when Kamukura was an injured little boy in this very room.]

[ehnnui]

[Kamukura passes out pretty much the moment Kierean steps away, and stays out cold for a WHILE. Which, in combination with the fever and change of scenery back into his childhood... it's a lot to take in.

He watches him, silently, for several minutes, before he gets too antsy about what is clearly a hallucination and tries to get out of bed.

He mostly hits the floor like a rock when he tries to put actual weight on his legs though? Fucked up.]

[goodknightdaddy]

[The thud definitely wakes Keirean, and, surprised, he gets up, kneeling to lift the younger man up, wide awake instantly.]

Don't move around. You're still in bad shape. You might tear your stitches.

[ehnnui]

[??????????

curls his fingers into Kierean's shirt.]

You're... really here...?

[goodknightdaddy]

[That's certainly confusing but he's trying to steer Kamukura back to bed.]

Yes. I apologize, I must have fallen asleep. Did you need something? Water?

[That is why Kamukura got up right.]

[ehnnui]

I wanted...

[to climb in your lap, but he's just lucid enough not to say that.]

...Sorry for waking you.

[goodknightdaddy]

[He shakes his head, obkivious, gently pressing Kamukura back onto the mattress.]

Don't apologize. You saved my life today. I've yet to thank you.

[He touches the young man's forehead with the back of his hand, tsking.]

One moment.

[He goes across the room, pours a glass of water and wets a cloth, coming to set the glass by Kamukura's bed and fold the cloth, pressing it, cool and damp, to his head.]

Focus on resting right now.

[ehnnui]

[Being pressed to the mattress sets his blood (more) aflame, but he's at a loss. At least, briefly.

He's snagging Kierean's wrist when he touches his forehead the second time, breathlessly intent on him, but forgetting to. Speak.]

[goodknightdaddy]

Sir Kamukura? Are you in pain?

[His brows draw together, worried, and he lifts his other hand, touching Kamukura's neck to test his pulse.]

Should I call for a doctor?

[ehnnui]

[his pulse is thundering, of course, between the fever and his emotions, but he shakes his head slightly.]

No, I...

Don't go?

[goodknightdaddy]

...Of course. But are you sure you don't need a doctor?

[ehnnui]

[the "of course" lets him at least start to relax into the pillows again, letting his hand loosen around Kierean's wrist.]

...My condition will not suddenly worsen at this stage.

[goodknightdaddy]

[He lifts his hand from Kamukura's neck but doesn't pull from the grip on the other hand just yet.]

It shouldn't. But if you feel strange then say so. Stubbornness isn't a good quality in the injured.

[ehnnui]

[oh. well. he'll keep hanging on then. this his hand.]

I'll say. Right now I just... want to talk with you. Is that okay?

[goodknightdaddy]

Of course.

[He sits on the edge of the bed, looking at Kamukura with a faint frown.]

It's easy to forget how young you are.... my son would have been about your age.

[ehnnui]

[That catches him off guard. He doesn't know that about Kierean, and that's throwing him off.]

You had a son...?

[goodknightdaddy]

Ah. Not officially. But this place...

[He glances around the room and then finally retreives his hand, looking down at it.]

It's not so strange I'd think of him here. A long time ago, I was sent here on another mission. Orphan and kidnapped children were being experimented on, cruelly, by a vile group.

[His fist clenches than relaxes.]

We rescued them all, but one boy was especially badly hurt. I cared for him here. Back then... my daughter was a little younger than him, and my wife.... was still alive. I grew so fond of the boy, I started thinking of him as a son. I wrote and asked her...

We were planning to adopt him when I brought him home. I wanted to see him grow up strong and happy. He deserved to be cherished. To experience a good home. To have a sister to spoil and mother to wipe his tears...

...I suppose some things aren't meant by fate.


...

I apologize for making you listen to an old man's rambling. This place makes me more melancholy than I realized.

[He's talked too much. Is he just overly exhausted? It's true being here makes his heart ache and the situation, caring for this young man, brings it all back. Maybe it was time to talk about it, who knows. It's been an old pain for years.]

[ehnnui]

[His head is spinning. He reluctantly lets Kierean's hand go, but his eyes are focusing on some point not really within reality, as his mind races.

That's... that's him, isn't it? Kierean... thought of him as a son? Was going to adopt him? He'd had... a very different impression of the man's intentions at the time, but it wasn't like Kierean gave him any reason to think that way. It was simply the only frame of reference he had, when it came to dealing with adults.

There's a brutal pang of guilt, for thinking Kierean would take advantage of him like that. No matter how much he didn't know better. He does now and he feels disgusting, for how much he wants the man even now.

...But he's just been shown vulnerability. He can't fuck this up.]

... You have my condolences, sir. He would have been very lucky, to have a father like you.

[goodknightdaddy]

[There's a soft look to Keirean's stoic face and he gently pats Kamukura's shoulder.]

Thank you for saying so. You wished to talk a while, what would you like to speak about?

[Hopefully something less sad! He feels a bit bad dumping all that on a sick and injured young man who has nothing to do with it. Maybe he really is getting old.]

[ehnnui]

[his arm twitches, like he wants to grab for him again, but he resists the urge.]

...I don't know, admittedly. How long was I out?

[goodknightdaddy]

Hm.

[He glances at the clock.]

Almost twelve hours. You had me a bit worried. Are you hungry?

[ehnnui]

[DON'T BE LEWD!!!!!! DON'T DO IT!!!!]

...I should probably eat something, regardless of hunger.

[goodknightdaddy]

[Fight hard buddy.]

I'll send for something easy on the stomach.

[He moves to get up.]