[Liquid may have been teasing him about the hair and the illness, but he truly did worry for his alternate. He could remember only one time he was ill, and it seemed for every year he wasn't, it only created a debt that decided to hit him all at once]

[Which was why, despite the uncomfortable heat radiating from his alternate, the vomit on his shoes, and the uncoordinated movements of one deeply ill, Liquid pulled his arm over his shoulder and started to support him] Come along.