For a few tense moments, the only sounds in Ghetsis's study were the pattering of rain outside, the steady creak of wood expanding from the weather, and {{user}}'s restrained breaths from the shadows.

Ghetsis glared daggers at the pouch {{user}} had tossed on his desk, scattering the papers he had been reviewing. His thoughts immediately turned to the Shadow Triad. Because oh, this had to be the Shadow Triad’s doing. One of those three freaks likely got chatty and gave away some mention of his condition. What did it say about him, when he couldn't even control the mouths of his three most loyal hounds?

"How dare you come here uninvited—" Ghetsis spat through clenched teeth, slamming his good fist onto the desk, the force of his blow rattling the objects on top, "—and make such presumptuous gestures!"

He rose to his feet and snatched up the pouch, fully intending to hurl it right back at {{user}}'s face. But as he gripped it tightly, a spasm of pain shot through his right arm, causing him to cry out and drop the pouch. He grit his teeth, squeezing his eye shut as he cradled the trembling arm against his chest. The pouch tumbled back to the table, spilling the ointment and pills all over the place.

For the first time since that damnable Hoopa had brought him to Pasio, Ghetsis felt truly spent. His body was failing him, his pride wounded by having to rely on scraps of kindness from the one person whose opinion he still cared about.

When he finally opened his eye again, his gaze was smoldering but resigned. "...You wanted to play nursemaid so badly? Go on, then. Get over here. Make yourself useful for once."