二; Mallynappings suck 「action/voice」

[onifukuchou]

[Hijikata stumbles out of the edge of the forest, barely managing to not trip over his own feet. He looks decidedly unwell - pale, sweaty, tired. A small part of his mind realizes he can't remember what day it is - or why he feels so awful, or how he ended up in the woods in the first place - but the larger part is concerned with more immediate problems like not falling over, and moving slowly enough that his vision doesn't start blurring again.

After a few largely fruitless minutes of trying to figure out where he is and where home is - gods, it feels like his brain has been replaced with mush - he realizes he should probably let someone know he's alive. Or something. He digs out his journal, not bothering with filters.]

Souji...? Someone...?

[...no, he doesn't sound a lot better than he looks]

Comments

[etherealblast]

Honestly, I'd say you look like hell, but that was a rhetorical question for the most part. [Well, if the guy was going to be blunt about it, no reason Fayt shouldn't be the same. He steps closer, green eyes looking over the bedraggled looking man.]

I can help you get to the clinic, they should be able to help you there.

[Fayt wasn't a doctor-- basic first aid knowledge and some healing symbology aside, he had little to no knowledge of of how sick this guy was beyond that 'looks like hell' really.]

[onifukuchou]

[There's a sort of half-hearted glare. He knows it's true, though, given how awful he feels]

Dunno if they can help. [It's not that he doesn't trust doctors, he's just dubious of their ability to do a whole lot. Mostly because 1860s Japan]