Tsume was vaguely aware of the annoying doctor from the crotch-sniffing regions of a rectal splinter calling out orders. Then Ryouma moving around, inanimate objects piled on the bed on top of and around them, and movement.

She kept her eyes closed, dozing against warm skin that smelled more than perfect, dragging herself awake every few minutes as unconsciousness loomed.

Then she smelled her familiar. She jerked awake, eyes opening, and was suddenly aware that she couldn't sense him-- "Kuromaru?"

"Yes, yes. He's here. Just there," Waki said impatiently.

A quick look around showed her familiar in human form, so still he was almost dead, chest rising and falling with the beeping from a machine and tubes snaking down his throat taped in place.

"There, dear," someone female cooed. "Let's get you onto your own bed, shall we?"

She tightened her grip--weak as it was--on Ryouma and tried to curl closer. "'m fine here."

"Waki-sensei says you can sleep, sweetie. That it would probably be best. You won't even notice, and he'll still be here when you wake up."

Hands tugged at her. Tsume slitted one eye and growled, as deep in her throat as she could.