"You've developed a cold."

Slaine wants to say something obnoxious, like 'No, it's my allergies acting up. I've been spending too much time outdoors.' or 'Sleeping on concert without blankets has been known to do that.' but of course he doesn't say any of those things. He picks up his rook, and instead of saying anything, a sneeze erupts from his mouth. It seems like a good enough response, even if it wasn't planned. The rook tumbles out of his hand, disrupting a few of the other pieces. He doesn't care enough to pick it up, so he leaves it there, wobbling on the board, and lightly wipe at his nose with his hand.

As if imploring Slaine to keep playing, Kaizuka's eye zeros in on the discarded rook, and the other pieces that have been disturbed. He looks at them for what seems like a long time before shifting his gaze back up at Slaine. "The doctor will see you this afternoon, and prescribe medication. You are to take it." He blinks his eye back down at the board, and then again it is on Slaine. "Extra amounts of warm water will be provided. Your lips are dry."

Slaine wants to be unhappy about being ordered around, would like to say a lot of things actually, but he owes Kaizuka. He spent three days on that concert floor without blankets, because they thought he would try and hang himself again. In fact, he had been informed by many guards that he was lucky to even be clothed. Three days, then Kaizuka hobbles in with his cast, crutch, and sling, and the bed is moved into the glass room. He's going to sleep in a bed that night, and it's all Kaizuka's doing. There is some spiteful part of him that is trying to convince him to keep sleeping on the concert floors. It would be some form of protest, but he's been taking orders for a lot longer than he's been giving them. He is going to sleep on that bed, and he's going to feel like a weakling for doing it, but maybe that doesn't matter. He doesn't know.

Slaine clears his throat, trying to get rid of whatever seems to be sticking to the inside of it, then shakes his head dismissively, and reaches down for the rook. "Did you become ill when you moved to Vers?"

Slaine's hand stops half way to the fallen piece, as Kaizuka's question hits him. He is instantly suspicious, and he looks over at Kaizuka, not sure exactly why he's asking such a thing. It's trivial. "Yes." Slaine doesn't know why he answers, other than it seems harmless. He should know better than that, this is Kaizuka Inaho he is talking to, no detail is harmless, and no sensation or information escapes his steal trap of a mind. If anyone can use that one simple 'yes' against him, it's going to be Kaizuka. One way or another, Slaine is sure of it. But of all the things Kaizuka already knows, or already has, such a simple answer seems comparatively trivial. Is comparatively trivial.

Kaizuka is watching Slaine's hand, again, seeming to implore him to pick up the rook, before he angles his lone eye back up at Slaine. "We are having difficulties procuring your medical history."

Slaine wishes he was smarter. If he was, he could start rattling off medications that he doesn't want to take, telling Kaizuka that he is allergic to them. It would be so easy, if only he knew that sort of information. Then he wonders if he does have any serious allergies to medications. It's an avenue that he'd never considered before. Wouldn't it be ironic for him to die of some bad reaction to a medication Kaizuka thought was going to help him? It's a little more spiteful than he actually is, so the thought doesn't sit well with him, but it is something to consider. Instead of giving a proper answer, Slaine lets his hand slip away from the chess board, and shrugs one shoulder.

It looks like Kaizuka is unpleased by the reaction, but it is always hard to tell with him. "Tracking your father's research locations was very easy, but finding physicians with even partial medical histories is proving difficult."

Slaine does not find this surprising. He remembers two clinics; one in Makati for backbone fever, which he remembers very well, and one in Dar es Salaam, which he does not remember well. There would be no way for him to track down those doctors now, provided they survived the war at all. Regular checkups had never been a priority for either Troyard, and Versian medical records were shoddy for anyone who didn't have the money to make sure they weren't.

Kaizuka keeps looking at him. There is a question in his stare, but Slaine almost makes him want to ask it. Kaizuka doesn't ask many questions. He implies what sort of answer he wants, and then seems to forget that he hasn't asked for an answer. His questions, when he does actually state them, tend to be calculated. Slaine can easily see where his original question was headed. The one that Kaizuka wants to ask now is more direct. Slaine looks away, over at the guard holding his large gun -one of the few male guards still left- and looking disinterested in their conversation. Slaine wonders if he can hear them or not. Perhaps not. "I don't remember anything about that." He then sneezes again, and with the motion, he is thrown into dizziness for a few moments, before righting himself.

"You are lying." The statement is flat, and he can almost hear the woman's voice in Inaho's tone. Almost. He wonders if Kaizuka was more emotional, if he would resemble the woman more. Slaine distances himself from that thought as quickly as he can. To distract himself, Slaine looks over at the clock above the guard's head. Ten more minutes of Kaizuka. Or at least he hope there is only ten more minutes of Kaizuka. It is not a Thursday; Kaizuka was here three days ago. It was not a whole week, let alone two like it should have been. Slaine would be more irritated if he hadn't gotten his bed back out of the bargain, but finds that he doesn't have the patience for Kaizuka. He might never. Perhaps especially now that he has a bed waiting for his overheating forehead, his dizzy head, the gunk that lines his throat, and his neck which has not stopped pulsing and aching in three days. Ten minutes seems like a long time.

Slaine looks down at the chess board, before deflating into the back of his chair, his shoulders slumping, and his legs extending. Without intent, his right leg pushes up against the hard plaster of Kaizuka's cast, but once he's done it, Slaine pushes harder on the cast. "Found a new enemy?"

If he didn't know better, Slaine would almost say Kaizuka is insulted by the statement. The simple answer Slaine receives is a firm "No." and it is far too firm for Kaizuka's lips. Has he flustered Kaizuka? What a refreshing thought that is.

Slaine almost smiles. Almost. "Take my advice. When you beat him," Slaine leans over the table, and he can hear the clanking of a few of the chess pieces as they fall off and clatter to the floor. He takes a good long look at Kaizuka's one good eye, and the patch that hides what is likely a gaping, ugly hole. "pull the trigger."