[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - The Infirmary[/center][hr]

Ciel cringed back a bit as he was asked a question. He hadn't said a word in hours, and it felt a bit odd breaking his silence. [color=dodgerblue]"I'm fine..."[/color] He said, though instead of his typical curt stiffness he sounded meek and indecisive. [color=dodgerblue]"Probably just allergies. Or asthma... or something."[/color] The sound of his own voice brought a slight blush to his face and he flinched back. His mind was full of conflicting thoughts and worries and his usual haughty demeanor had diminished for it. 

Even though he'd barely said anything, he felt like he'd been rambling nonsensically for hours. He realized what kind of disgustingly pathetic position he'd been thrown into by disease and malnutrition. Even worse than these people possibly disdaining him for passively causing the deaths of their friends, there was a horrifying possibility that they [i]pitied[/i] him. He ducked his head down, refusing to make eye contact with the woman, afraid of what he might see in her expression. He was losing control and he knew it. He fought to stifle another bout of coughs, the redness on his pale face intensifying. His malnutrition would take a while to heal, but his sense of dignity was probably going to be a tougher recovery.