IC: (Mons Shajs/Ga-Koro)
Shajs really hoped that this was his silky bed. Being Captain, he was beyond the bloody hammocks of his sailors. Only the finest bed, with finest feathers and finest silk, would serve for him. He found that it was not covered in silk. No, it was linen, linen. But his leg was bleeding, and this doctor was going to treat him. Weirdness aside, he couldn't have a bleeding leg. The tropical air of Le-Wahi would make it foul in a matter of days.
So he went to the bed, and, almost stumbling, got onto it. He laid down, and spawled over the covers. He was Captain, screw proper sleeping position. She saw, in this light, that the Skakdi was covered with a mix of raw, festering boils, and soft, purple lumps. All in stark contrast with his grey armor. His body also showed signs of balms, oil and powder, scattered in patches and oily areas of skin. His eyes stared blankly to the ceiling, a small chattering of teeth revealed his chills.
It was obvious that a while of huddling in his home a self-medicating with teas didn't do the Corporal any good.