[... Huh. Not every day he winds up on the other side of that issue.
But, as a sharp spasm from his gut reminds him, they've got bigger problems. Like whatever's currently turning his organs inside-out. Jintetsu clutches his stomach, but somehow manages to keep anything from coming up for now... not that that feels any better than the alternative.
Haganemaru winces sympathetically. It's so damned frustrating, seeing Jintetsu like this and being powerless to help...! The kid hides pain like a cat; for it to show this much, he has to be in seriously bad shape. So although Jintetsu doesn't really want the stranger's help (in light of the "help" he's already provided), Haganemaru's willing to veto him in this case.]
... In that case, any chance you can point me to a doctor?
[Assuming Nomad hasn't already realized the googly-eyed sword is a separate person, "Jintetsu's" tone of voice here doesn't match the situation; it's less the strained tone of someone actively trying not to vomit, and more the urgent concern of the sober friend holding back that guy's hair. While... pretending to be him on the phone? Never mind, this metaphor's getting out of hand.]
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But, as a sharp spasm from his gut reminds him, they've got bigger problems. Like whatever's currently turning his organs inside-out. Jintetsu clutches his stomach, but somehow manages to keep anything from coming up for now... not that that feels any better than the alternative.
Haganemaru winces sympathetically. It's so damned frustrating, seeing Jintetsu like this and being powerless to help...! The kid hides pain like a cat; for it to show this much, he has to be in seriously bad shape. So although Jintetsu doesn't really want the stranger's help (in light of the "help" he's already provided), Haganemaru's willing to veto him in this case.]
... In that case, any chance you can point me to a doctor?
[Assuming Nomad hasn't already realized the googly-eyed sword is a separate person, "Jintetsu's" tone of voice here doesn't match the situation; it's less the strained tone of someone actively trying not to vomit, and more the urgent concern of the sober friend holding back that guy's hair. While... pretending to be him on the phone? Never mind, this metaphor's getting out of hand.]