[Jay's doing the rounds at the hospital, which means checking up on the sick and making sure none of them are dying yet.]
[He's dressed as protectively as he could manage, wearing gloves, a white smock that can be easily bleached to disinfect it and a mask over his face. He's not taking any chances. The plague seems like a nasty way to die.]
[He approaches Roxas's bed, carrying a glass of water, a basin of cold water and a washcloth. He hasn't been able to make antipyretics just yet, but he can attempt to relieve some suffering.]
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[He's dressed as protectively as he could manage, wearing gloves, a white smock that can be easily bleached to disinfect it and a mask over his face. He's not taking any chances. The plague seems like a nasty way to die.]
[He approaches Roxas's bed, carrying a glass of water, a basin of cold water and a washcloth. He hasn't been able to make antipyretics just yet, but he can attempt to relieve some suffering.]
Darling? Are you awake?