[...this is bad, to put it gently. Yuan sets the mostly-empty cup down beside the bed and brushes Kratos's hair back, in an utterly unthinking gesture which he doesn't know what to make of the second after he does it.]

I'm going to have to leave you alone for a little while. I'm ordering you to keep breathing, do you understand?

[Thinking of coming back to find Kratos still and cold has Yuan's chest tight for some reason. He frowns. Lingers a moment longer before standing, forming a plan.]

[Yuan himself doesn't often need this kind of service. But one of the administrators Kratos directed to him did, recently, need help covering time and resources to deal with an unusually sick child-- it's a place to start.]