Souji at least seems to snap into better wakefulness once his chest starts to burn in that all too familiar way, and he's kind of struggling like he wants to sit up in Jae-ha's arms. For the question:]
Water, pl--
[Whoops nope his hand's flying up to clamp over his mouth instead, because he knows when he's lost his battle with holding back an attack. Jae-ha's probably heard him cough here and there, especially over the last week, but this is - well. It's a fit: an upward rising crescendo of coughing that gets worse and worse until his body is spasming a little from the force of it. They're also... really gross-sounding... Wet and getting wetter until it's almost like he's choking on something.
Which he is, kind of.
Also, there's blood!! On a particularly hard set of coughs, it drips past his hand and may or may not just dribble onto Jae-ha gracefully.]
Jae-ha pauses, surprised - and then increasingly alarmed. He watches Souji cover his mouth and his brow furrows as he immediately, but carefully, moves to take them into the closest room behind a closed door. He places Souji down on the nearest surface, out of sight from anyone who might've just been wandering by outside.]
Hold on.
[He doesn't seem to be mindful of the blood on himself? There are bigger fish to fry. He disappears quickly, dashing into the nearest room to grab the first cloth he finds. We're gonna say it's the kitchen and it's one of the towels, and then he offers that to Souji first.]
[He couldn't hold back at this point even if he tried, it's fine, they're fine, HE'S FINE.
Except that by the time Jae-ha's back he's just like hacked up a small pool of blood into his hands because Anime TB™ is wild. He'll reach out for the towel without so much as a nod of acknowledgment, immediately muffling the rest of his coughing into it, which lasts another twenty or thirty seconds that stretches on Forever to his sickly ass.
The fit doesn't subside elegantly, either. He's left gasping for air through wet and rattling lungs, hands shaking from exertion as the reflexive tension starts to ebb away. It takes him a little while before he's able to even out his breathing enough to say anything. After he mops some of the remaining blood from his face, it's probably not surprising that the first thing he manages is:]
Jae-ha sits with him first, settling next to Souji and rubbing his back even through his coughs and he waits until it subsides. He watches in case it seems to be getting worse - how could it get worse? he figures he'll see it if it happens - and doesn't manage more than his worried expression. It's a terrible fit, he can tell that much, and when Souji expresses his gratitude, he shakes his head.]
... It's nothing. Hold on, I'll be back.
[But he didn't want to leave Souji coughing all by himself.
He disappears again to the kitchen, retrieving that glass of water and then wandering back to Souji, moving to stay next to him again and offering it out whenever he seems like he'd want to reach for it.]
[Jae-ha is a true pal, and he gets a little nod in response to the offer of assistance. Not that he'll take him up on it... No more than necessary, anyway. Once Souji's breathing is a little more settled and some of the tremors have left his hands and arms, he carefully reaches out to take the glass with another murmured thanks. Just a few sips - just enough to clear his throat so that he can talk a little better.
With the careful and precise way that he starts to clean up after himself and reassemble his health, it's clear that this isn't anything new to him.]
...I'm sorry you had to see that.
[Normally he's a little better at catching his fits before they start. But normally he isn't also dealing with a deadass vice-commander and a sword he's had to execute, so.]
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... Souji? Are you alright? Do you need anything? Water?
[He'll ask first and then probably panic when he gets some kind of horrifying answer.]
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Souji at least seems to snap into better wakefulness once his chest starts to burn in that all too familiar way, and he's kind of struggling like he wants to sit up in Jae-ha's arms. For the question:]
Water, pl--
[Whoops nope his hand's flying up to clamp over his mouth instead, because he knows when he's lost his battle with holding back an attack. Jae-ha's probably heard him cough here and there, especially over the last week, but this is - well. It's a fit: an upward rising crescendo of coughing that gets worse and worse until his body is spasming a little from the force of it. They're also... really gross-sounding... Wet and getting wetter until it's almost like he's choking on something.
Which he is, kind of.
Also, there's blood!! On a particularly hard set of coughs, it drips past his hand and may or may not just dribble onto Jae-ha gracefully.]
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Jae-ha pauses, surprised - and then increasingly alarmed. He watches Souji cover his mouth and his brow furrows as he immediately, but carefully, moves to take them into the closest room behind a closed door. He places Souji down on the nearest surface, out of sight from anyone who might've just been wandering by outside.]
Hold on.
[He doesn't seem to be mindful of the blood on himself? There are bigger fish to fry. He disappears quickly, dashing into the nearest room to grab the first cloth he finds. We're gonna say it's the kitchen and it's one of the towels, and then he offers that to Souji first.]
Don't try to hold that back for my sake.
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Except that by the time Jae-ha's back he's just like hacked up a small pool of blood into his hands because Anime TB™ is wild. He'll reach out for the towel without so much as a nod of acknowledgment, immediately muffling the rest of his coughing into it, which lasts another twenty or thirty seconds that stretches on Forever to his sickly ass.
The fit doesn't subside elegantly, either. He's left gasping for air through wet and rattling lungs, hands shaking from exertion as the reflexive tension starts to ebb away. It takes him a little while before he's able to even out his breathing enough to say anything. After he mops some of the remaining blood from his face, it's probably not surprising that the first thing he manages is:]
--Thank you.
[For the towel... A true comrade.]
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Jae-ha sits with him first, settling next to Souji and rubbing his back even through his coughs and he waits until it subsides. He watches in case it seems to be getting worse - how could it get worse? he figures he'll see it if it happens - and doesn't manage more than his worried expression. It's a terrible fit, he can tell that much, and when Souji expresses his gratitude, he shakes his head.]
... It's nothing. Hold on, I'll be back.
[But he didn't want to leave Souji coughing all by himself.
He disappears again to the kitchen, retrieving that glass of water and then wandering back to Souji, moving to stay next to him again and offering it out whenever he seems like he'd want to reach for it.]
If you need me to assist you, just say so.
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With the careful and precise way that he starts to clean up after himself and reassemble his health, it's clear that this isn't anything new to him.]
...I'm sorry you had to see that.
[Normally he's a little better at catching his fits before they start. But normally he isn't also dealing with a deadass vice-commander and a sword he's had to execute, so.]