No. ( the answer is dull, polar opposite to the glimmer in 4's skin. it's true though; he's not sick, despite the permet shortening his lifespan. if one were to do tests on him as peil often does, they would find him impressively healthy if one were to ignore the effect of the permet. he explains nothing, feeling no need to. instead, 4 stares up at medicine and goes through the possibilities of where they come from, vetoing all of them tiredly.
what it comes down to is that he has no idea, and this bothers him almost more than his blood being drawn or a scalpel being brandished earlier.
slowly his eyes close then open, as if he's incredibly put-upon. which, actually, that is in fact how he's feeling beneath the overall dizziness and weakness. if medicine had found 4 a week later, he'd be back to regular form again, more or less, but they didn't, and so he finds himself in this situation. he sighs again. )
Would you please get off of me now?
( despite everything there is a distinct lack of urgency or fear, the slightly too-light green of his eyes as cool as is icy reputation. the blood that medicine pocket took does not seem alight the way the permet travels under 4's skin. )
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what it comes down to is that he has no idea, and this bothers him almost more than his blood being drawn or a scalpel being brandished earlier.
slowly his eyes close then open, as if he's incredibly put-upon. which, actually, that is in fact how he's feeling beneath the overall dizziness and weakness. if medicine had found 4 a week later, he'd be back to regular form again, more or less, but they didn't, and so he finds himself in this situation. he sighs again. )
Would you please get off of me now?
( despite everything there is a distinct lack of urgency or fear, the slightly too-light green of his eyes as cool as is icy reputation. the blood that medicine pocket took does not seem alight the way the permet travels under 4's skin. )