Yumi was sure being able to medicate himself would make Viral happy, and yet he was still as gloomy as ever. This was hard, she hadn't any idea what she could do to make him feel better. Words were hollow, any promises might as well be empty and any distraction she tried fail to grab his attention. If she stopped though then that was the same as giving up on Viral and she refused to do that. So long as he needed help she was going to keep trying, even if she ran out of ideas. "Remember, I'm here to make sure the medicine doesn't do that," she reminded, wagging her finger a bit, "I'm letting you handle when you take it because you can tell better than I can when you need it, but that doesn't mean I won't sit back and watch you take one after another. We'll figure out the best way to sort out your doses to keep your mood at least a bit better, enough that you don't feel bummed out. The only way we'll know whether I can stop you or not is if it happens again, and the point of medicine and my being here is to see that it doesn't." Right, she had panicked when she saw Viral's head bleeding, but not for the reasons he might think. The smell of blood, something that never really did anything to Yumi had her feeling awfully weird. It almost made her hungry, which left her both confused and disgusted. Since when did blood equate to food for her? When she'd smelled the blood the first thing that she wanted to do was find a nice steak or something and sink her teeth into it, be it raw or cooked. So did she have some kind of bloodlust now? That didn't make much sense seeing as they ate earlier and she had no problems, so why was she randomly feeling it there? Looking back at Viral she forced a smile, her eyes closed as she waved a hand dismissively, "I was just worried about you bleeding, that's all. Losing blood isn't exactly a good thing, even in small amounts!"

Takeshi really didn't know why they were discussing the rebels, he didn't particularly care for them right now. It wasn't that he hated them really, he thought of quite a few of them as friends, but at the moment they weren't important. They had their thing going on and the rebels had theirs, they shouldn't be worrying about those guys at the moment. Their concerns were here on the ship, with their own group and trying to get everyone back into fighting shape. Viral was being taken care of by Vegeta and Yumi so he ought to be fine, that left T'charrl and Shu to him then. Hmph, sure, no sweat. Let the Saiyan who barely could handle himself take care of two other people, no problems there. "Well... Things will work themselves out, we just need to figure out what is missing, that's all. Don't go getting all nervous, it's going to work out just fine." Was being made to try and change back really freaking out T'charrl so much? He figured that the Kaesstrian would be eager to get back to his old self, that was why they were sort of pushing it. Maybe that was the reason T'charrl was stressing though, it could be a ton of pressure. Jeez, so in trying to fix this they were actually making it worse then, what a headache. Smiling slightly Takeshi went over and gave his friend's back a small patting, trying to assure him things would be okay. "Things will work out, Shu and I are going to make sure of that, right buddy?"

Shu of course agreed without hesitation, always the one to be on board with stuff like this. Smiling approvingly Takeshi took his hand from T'charrl, using the moment the others were distracted to discretely wipe it on the back of his pants. He was getting a bit better at touching T'charrl and all, but it was still a long way from being totally relaxed about it. Baby steps, he'd get there, maybe. "If things go wrong then we'll fix that too! We'll keep fixing things until everything is all better," the older boy agreed, nodding his head as he looked at his brother. Huh, the little guy was actually making a good bit of sense with what he was saying, maybe it would do their friend some good. Looking back at T'charrl he put a hand on his hip, giving a thumbs up with the other. "Like Shu said, it's not a race to get better. We'll take as much time as we need if that's what will help, no sweat. In fact how about we go ahead and take a break for a while? And I don't mean sitting around like we have been, let's do something else." What could they do on the ship, he wondered. Their usual business of playing tag, or hide-and-seek, or going for a walk didn't quite work as well when confined to a ship. Maybe they could go down to one of the rec rooms and find a ball, just play with that or something. "Let's go find something to do, a game or whatever, you know? We'll get to helping you later, whenever you're feeling up for it again, how's that?"