In the silence of the dank and dimly lit hideout, Orochimaru’s dreadful coughing traveled all the way to Kabuto’s room; he’d been sorting through his tools, but immediately dropped his work and grabbed a small supply. He remembered, as well, to grab a pot of tea on the way. Just as his name passed the sannin’s lips, he was at the door to Orochimaru’s room.
“Lord Orochimaru…” he muttered in concern as he approached, setting the supplies on the small desk closest to the door before cautiously running a hand over the older’s back and analyzing the situation. There was blood contrasting brightly to Orochimaru’s pale skin in his hand- definitely not a good thing. He went to the teapot, added a dose of medicine to a cup, and poured the lord a glass and returned to him. “When you’re calm enough, please, take this…”
Orochimaru relaxed as he saw the other enter. Only his eyes followed Kabuto as he moved to his side and when he was touched, he stiffened once more. He just wanted the damn medicine, what was the boy doing?! “Don’t touch me,” he snapped as he grabbed the cup to quickly down it. Handing the ceramic back to Kabuto, he leaned back in his chair and stared blankly into the distance. “It shouldn’t be this early….”
Kabuto grimaced. The older man was certainly getting irritable with the onset of his sickness.
"I was only trying to check your heart rate, Lord Orochimaru." he said, resisting the urge to add on another line of snark as he took the cup. Quietly he nodded in response.
"You’re right. It shouldn’t. The transfer…….. Nothing went wrong?"