[Currently hiding somewhere (more in the open, than not; like a corner, only just out of sight), Ichiru is cradling his left arm. His palm has a rather nasty looking gash; it looks deeper than it is, but still, there's a fair amount of blood.
Holding the injury close, he has his knees drawn in, as well, as if trying to make himself look smaller. It doesn't help that he has a fever, and even shivering a little.
. . . He's nowhere near as ill as he was during the floods, but still feeling pretty lousy. And the fact that he can't really fight only leaves him scared.]