“You can't die! I don't want you to die and I won't let you!" Kei was surprised by the outburst and watched as the boy shook. It dawned on him that he wasn’t the only one that had gotten attached during their time together. As much as Kei cared for and wanted to protect Niall, the boy cared just as deeply as he did. He reached up and placed a hand on the shaking boy’s head, ruffling the mess of silver hair he sported. “Alright, I’m not going to die. I won’t leave you, I’m sorry.”
Eos chirped and he reached down to ruffle her feathers as well, a smile gracing his lips. “I’m not going to leave you either Eos, don’t you worry.” It was a big statement, and he hated that he had to break the moment with another rough round of coughing. His body was dry heaving with the coughing now, ugly hacking sounds escaping his mouth as his stomach tried to regurgitate nothing. He had to cover his mouth and brace himself, his entire left side felt as if it were on fire, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes before another gush of blood erupted from the depths of his body, spurting through his fingers and onto the ground next to him, with the glove thoroughly ruined on his left hand he had to peel it off, casting the bloody garment aside. The dark bruising was stretched all the way into his palm and was beginning to take over his finger tips.
“We'll know if it worked if you stop bruising and if you stop coughing up your own life.” The boy carefully took the cup with his still gloved right hand, the mush of herbs hadn’t made a difference on his arm, but he wasn’t about to say anything about its ineffectiveness. He cradled the tea gently, soaking in the warmth before slugging it down in one gulp. It burned on the way down, and didn’t sit well in his stomach, but he managed to hold it down at least. “That paste.. whatever it was, I think it helped a little bit. It doesn’t hurt so much where you put it on my arm.”
"Keisuke... has this ever happened to you before-” Kei listened to the boy’s plea and gently lowered the cup he was holding down. He took the boy’s gloved hand and intertwined his left hand’s fingers, he wanted to say everything was going to be alright, but he didn’t know why this was happening, other than his mortal body’s inability to support his powers for such an extensive period of time. “I’ve never experienced anything like this. I can only hope that it passes on its own.” He gripped the boy’s hand tighter, giving him a weak smile in an attempt to reassure him. “Don’t you worry Ni, I’m going stick around you for a real long time. I’m going to stay with you, I promise.”
He squeezed the boy’s hand tighter as another bout of coughing racked his body, but this round wasn’t nearly as violent as the last had been. No blood came up, and he had to wait for it to pass before giving Niall a hopeful grin, showing off his right hand. “Look, no blood.” He didn’t attribute it to the medicine really, but the fact he had just vomited blood not even five minutes ago and his body was giving him a break. The fact that he had been vomited blood in the first place had him worried, coughing out blood could mean whatever this was, it was in his lungs. Vomiting it out meant the sickness was creeping into his stomach. “I care Niall, I do care, I promise.”