[Moon 13, Evening, Crow's Nest, Open] Terror on the Wind

[Isawa O-Washi]

"That's one term for it...."

Mentally, O-washi made a note to tell his two superior officers about this so that they didn't think to have Dageki teaching the Daidoji anything for at least a week. It would only result in more work for the healers, he was quite sure of it. "Let's go see the man, then."

Happily, crew quarters and sick bay were separated by only a handful of steps, especially when those steps were as long as the Isawa's. "How're your kittens, by the way? Doing alright with the ship's rolling and all that?"

[Yoritomo Choukichi]

"Doing good, they were a bit unsteady at first but now they've got the hang of it, like they were born for it. We'll see how they fare when the next storm comes around though, but I think they'll be ok. Starting to get a bit more adventurous, gonna make keeping an eye on them a bit tougher."

Once they are in the crew quarters, he motions to where Fuichi lies in his berth.

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Fuichi looks very much out of it. His face is drawn and his pupils dilated. His robes cling to him with bonds of sweat. Every so often he mutters, though he is definitely less agitated than when he was on deck.

[Isawa O-Washi]

Frowning, the big Phoenix bent over his fellow priest, testing pulses and peering into his eyes. "Touched..." Shaking his head, he turned to Choukichi. "I hate to send you off like a servant but could you go draw a bucket of water from somewhere? I don't like how heated he's gotten. We're going to have to strip him and keep his body cooled to combat the excess of fire he's showing."

[Yoritomo Choukichi]

Though the prospect of stripping priest who is possesed by a kansen rather terrifies him, Choukichi simple shrugs his shoulders and goes to get a bucket of water, beggining a rapid series of prayers and hand gestures as soon as he is out of O-Washi's sight. He is not gone long and returns with a bucket of water and an extra ofuda around his neck, looking much more confident now that his defenses are fully intact again.

[Isawa O-Washi]

Used to superstitious sailors, though not often ones quite that bad the big Isawa simply took the time while Choukichi was gone to ease the poor priest's garb off of him, examining for physical signs that could explain this fit while he was at it.

Once the man returned O-washi inclined his head. "I've got this if you wanted to go now, Yoritomo-san. My thanks for your help."

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Even--especially--nude, Daidoji Fuichi is a thing of beauty. Of course, perfect proportions and a skin free of any blemish did nothing to dispel the feeling that this was a man who was ill, probably brought on by his very pale complexion and the slow trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

[Isawa O-Washi]

Ordinarily, O-washi'd have taken time for aesthetic appreciation. Blood, however, was dangerous. Cursing quietly but with great creativity, he began to try and ease his long-distant cousin. Big hands were gentle as the moved a dampened cloth ove the young man's skin, trying to forestall a fever. Though he would have loved to have asked the kami's aid the Isawa didn't dare and so had to rely upon his medical skills to try and ease the suffering of his crewmate.

[Daidoji Fuichi]

There is a low moan and a cough, during which a thin thread of black air wafts from between the too-thin lips of Daidoji Fuichi. Then the clear blue eyes drift open. "I...Isawa-sama?"

[Isawa O-Washi]

That was bad. Very bad.

Trying not to look as concerned as he was, O-washi summoned his best bedside manner. "Indeed. You've been unwell, I'm afraide. Do you want some water?"

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Fuichi closed his eyes as he considered the implications of that. "Yes, I think so."

[Isawa O-Washi]

Stepping off to the common area, O-washi returned with a cup of water and sat back beside his patient again. "Careful when you sit up...if you want help, there's no shame in it when you're as shaky as you are just now."

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Fuichi tried, but he had never been anything but frail, and this was an exceptional state. "I would appreciate it, Isawa-sama." A breath. "How was I...oh, I am naked." It wasn't said with shame, just a hint of confusion.

[Isawa O-Washi]

One large arm slid behind the Daidoji's back, no sign of discomfort for flesh on flesh showing on the Isawa's face. As he carefully held the cup to the man's lips O-washi murmured, "You are indeed. You're a bit feverish and the easiest way to fight an excess of fire is with cool water to the skin."

Smiling just a bit he added, "I didn't take any liberties, don't worry. That'd have been horribly unsporting, you being unconscious and all."

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Fuichi colored slightly. "I appreciate your restraint, Isawa-sama. I know it must be difficult. After all, I undergo much the same thing watching you walk around shirtless day and night." He chuckled, sort-of, but mostly coughed.

"So...I have a fever? How did I get down from the Nest?" A slow look of horror crosses his face. "Did I fall? Is that what this ache is? Funny, I thought it would be much worse."

[Isawa O-Washi]

All humor left the Phoenix's face, leaving him solemn. "Ije...Yoritomo Choukichi-san got you down, I'd guess...he was the one watching over you and who sent the heimen after me."

Watching intently for a reaction he added, "They needed me to look after Touhi, too. She's got a rather nasty concussion and I suspect the eta had to put in a few stitches."

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Fuichi looked confused. "I am sorry, Isawa-sama, but I don't know who Touhi is. Will she be alright? I didn't...I wasn't involved, was I?"

[Isawa O-Washi]

Slowly, O-washi nodded. "You were. Touhi is the younger sister and only sibling to Dageki, the senior ashigaru. I don't know the full details but from what was said it sounds as though something fell from the Nest to strike her while you were the only one up there."

[Daidoji Fuichi]

Fuichi turns as white as a sheet. "Isora! I was..." Then the trembling started, and he seemed to shrink down into the bunk. "I...I was carving a statue of Isora, and I needed to be in an auspicious place. The Nest seemed perfect, surrounded by the air and the stars, covered in carvings in Suitengu's image. But then the whispers started, only...only they didn't stay whispers. The screaming was never so clear on deck. And the things it said... After a while, I blacked out. I think I may have dropped the statue." A pause. "And the knife! Oh, kami, what if someone...?"

He hanged his head in grief. "I am sorry for my weakness, Isawa-sama. I do not know how I can help Touhi-san, but I give my word that I shall do my best to repay the harm I've caused."

[Isawa O-Washi]

"Easy, Daidoji-san." The supporting arm behind the man's back grew tighter, O-washi genuinely concerned for a moment that the poor man would faint dead away what with the paling and all. "You're not the first to be overwhelmed by the state of things here."Kindly, O-washi didn't say that the only other man he'd seen react so had actually proved to be an epileptic and thus more prone to such fits to start with.

"As for amends...I saw to the lass myself. She'll heal up, though I would be lying if I didn't say the wound was serious. If you want to help her, you'll have a few days to do so...but stay away from her brother. He's as angry as you would be in his place I expect and he's not noted for a cool temper in the best of times."