[Allowing Arianna to support him, Ukitake heads for the couch rather than the other room and the beds here. He sinks down onto the cushions, his breath wheezing as he tries to answer both of the healers.]
There is little that can be done. [One sleeve serves both to hide a cough and catch the blood it produces.] Treatments to ... [Coughing still more.] ... ease the coughing. Make it easier to breath. [Struggling for more breath.] That, and time.
[If he's completely honest, Ukitake will also acknowledge that having a friend nearby helps. It's easier to hold onto the determination to overcome his latest bout of ill healthy.]
[ooc: If I disappear after this tag or the next, I couldn't fight the Sandman any longer, and I'll have to tag you back tomorrow morning. ♥]