["Forgive me, my lord, I've made you… worry…"
His Director General's voice is becoming more and more unsteady as he talks, and now it is his very legs that can't seem to support him. He crumples to the floor as Liu Bei cries out his name and rushes to stop his fall.]
He barely succeeds in time, but Kongming isn't responding. Frantic with worry, he lifts him in his arms, intent on bringing him to the physician as soon as he can. He was expecting a heavy weight, but the body he's cradling feels barely there at all. His Director General, it seems, has been ill for longer than he thought.
As he's walking rapidly back – he wants to run, wants to hear reassurances on Kongming's state now, but won't risk jarring him unnecessarily – he takes in all the small details he missed before. The colouring is unhealthy, far too pale, the eyes sunken in the tired face. Somehow, it is even more worrying now, closer, when the man isn't managing to hide it by some miracle of his.
As he nears