[Ichigo blinks slowly, his brow creasing lightly, as he tries to focus on Tsurumaru’s way-too-close face. Yes, this does feel very much like back then, but he’s too tired and weak right now to think too much about that.
He lets Tsurumaru tuck him in and attempts a little smile. In a hoarse whisper, he manages to say...]
Thirsty... and hungry...
[His back still hurts, but it’s nothing he can’t tolerate.]
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He lets Tsurumaru tuck him in and attempts a little smile. In a hoarse whisper, he manages to say...]
Thirsty... and hungry...
[His back still hurts, but it’s nothing he can’t tolerate.]