That was a fair question, and one Ukitake hadn't asked of himself since he'd slumped against the wall. Thought became difficult when one couldn't breathe. "I can try," he offered. The Soul Reaper braced himself with one arm and used the building at his back to push to his feet. In the process, he was forced to drop his hand from his mouth to keep his balance. Red stains at the corners of his mouth spoke to the severity of his disease.
"Where?" he asked, pain and fatigue in his brown eyes. Ukitake brought his sleeve up again to cover a cough.