You Killed Something I Cannot Remember, Now Prepare To Die

When Rudi heard the voice, he looked up to Yaksha, and he could tell by the man's face that he heard it, too. His lips moved almost, to speak it, but it was heard in the mind and not in the ears. Rudi felt fear, but before fear he felt nausea, and he felt the blood begin to spill from his mouth and over his teeth as his body began to reject what had been consumed.

Rudi stood and rushed out of the room with a speed almost shocking. He didn't know where the bathroom was, but he saw a sink where the man had previously accessed the fridge, and so he scrambled onto the stone counters around the sink and vomited. His lipless teeth again stained crimson as he hurled up every drop of blood that had entered his body and then continued until he was dry heaving into the sink like a hungover fratboy.

And during this, and the voice, Rodolfo shook and shimmered, and it looked for a moment as if he might transform, shifting from being limp to holding his own weight. Examining the pathogen in the body, testing its strength, trying to understand what had occurred- and then deciding that there was no threat- that if need be, Rodolfo could always remove the pathogen himself in time. And so he curled back to the corners of Rudi's spirit and left room for the little arrancar to blink back into consciousness.

No threat. Yes, he would accept the pathogen, and in it Rudi felt himself feeling a numb kind of correctness, like a reward for his obedience. He gently turned on the sink to rinse his bloody teeth and mouth, the blood from his furred claws, and then to turn off the sink again once all signs of crimson had faded into the sink.

Perhaps the pathogen could be killed by whatever cleaned the water... but if the water wasn't cleaned... well, it was beyond Rudi to think about. He felt something like sickness, but perhaps a better word is weak or fragile, or hesitant about his surroundings as if experiencing everything against for the first time. Yaksha- he needed to be in Yaksha's company.

And so carefully, slowly, with labored pawsteps, he walked back to bed and climbed back on after some weak, failed jumps. "Feels... feels weird, mister Yaksha. Kind of nice, though... Weird and nice. Are you okay?" He nuzzled into Yaksha's side, almost affectionate, somewhat concerned to verify his friend was doing okay.