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



Ciel did as told, taking in a ragged, hoarse breath which caught in his chest as soon as the metal stethoscope touched his skin. He almost didn't answer the question the doctor asked him, taking a few seconds to think of an answer that didn't sound self-destructive. [Color=DodgerBlue]"...Not great."[/color] He replied vaguely, not really wanting to go into all the details. The last thing he wanted was to get upset and start crying or anything. He felt helpless enough as it was.

That said, he really did appreciate Froggy taking the time to help him out. As repeatedly mentioned, Ciel kind of admired the doctor, though he often tried not to act like it. In general, he was more comfortable around the medical crew as he spent a good deal of time with them. Though he was a bit worried now that he knew there was some sort of respiratory illness going around --he was bad enough as it was--, he was better off for being somewhere relatively quiet. He said nothing more, silently eying the doctor through his foggy vision.