[The worst part of fevers is the way time sometimes seems to drag endlessly, and sometimes it passes in great big chunks without any sense of change or movement in between. You close your eyes, and when you open them again you have lost three hours with no recollection of how that even happened.
That's the state Souji is in now. Time drags and skips and stutters and slips, and the world around him seems unreal and fluid, too bright and strangely muffled at once. At one point, he decides that he needs to get out of his room and go get some fresh, cold water, so he drags himself up and totters in the direction of the kitchen. Then there is one of those moments he can't remember, and a moment later he's sinking to the floor next to the sofa, head spinning unpleasantly as he fights his useless lungs for air. His legs feel like they're made of water, so maybe he just ought to... stay there for a while.]
For Mutsu and feverish funtimes...
That's the state Souji is in now. Time drags and skips and stutters and slips, and the world around him seems unreal and fluid, too bright and strangely muffled at once. At one point, he decides that he needs to get out of his room and go get some fresh, cold water, so he drags himself up and totters in the direction of the kitchen. Then there is one of those moments he can't remember, and a moment later he's sinking to the floor next to the sofa, head spinning unpleasantly as he fights his useless lungs for air. His legs feel like they're made of water, so maybe he just ought to... stay there for a while.]