"Takuto," Ling says, worried now as he sees the other boy turn white and then a shade of greyish that just looks sick as a dog. He steps forward out of instinct, putting an arm behind him, trying to make sure the redhead doesn't fall over. "Hey."

With one sword-blistered hand, he checks Takuto's forehead, then cheek. "You need to throw up, do it," he says rapidly, "If something's wrong, it'll feel better after you get it out."