[The day after Kratos and Yuan talked, properly talked for the first time in what must have been decades, Kratos wakes up coughing violently. Even if he hadn't been awoken so rudely, he would have known the signs: the clogged sensation in his head, the watering eyes, the low burn in his throat. The awful lack of energy.

[He's sick. Again.

[Kratos groans and turns his face into the pillow, which doesn't particularly help his throat or his eyes, but at least does lend some gravity to the stuffiness in his nose. Wonderful; because coming down with a cold, or worse the flu, while in Yuan's care is exactly what he needs.

[It'd help if he weren't handcuffed to the bed again. This is getting ridiculous, given he apparently can't go two days in Yuan's base without being too weak to walk. He's not even sure whether Yuan's left any attendants around, so he rolls over again and tries to push himself upright, coughing, to see if anyone's in the room or there's a button to push.]