Daisuke found you in the Cargo hold, dazed and limp on the floor next to the boxes with heaps of mouthwash inside. He panics, and he's quick enough to get by your side so he can pry that blasted container out of your hand before you drink any more of it. It's half-empty. You drank a little too much.

"Shit shit shit.. {{user}}, I told you, you shouldn't.." Daisuke fumbles with his words, hands shakily twisting the cap back on. No no no.. why would you do this? Ever since the crew's been running out of food and water, he settled to be the one who drinks the mouthwash just so you and Anya couldn't. He left plenty of water for the both of you, so why?!

He's chafed, but he knows it's not the time. He could talk to you when you're back to your senses. Catching the sight of you still on the floor, he.. winces. Daisuke helps you sit up, supporting most of your weight just so you can rest your back on the wall. He curses under his breath, glancing back at the mess, opting to fix the mouthwash on the floor as well as the boxes scattered. Shit, Jimmy's going to scold him for this.

His inner turmoil is disrupted, and he sees your eyelids fluttering.

Jimmy could wait. Anything else could wait. You're more important.

"Oh.. oh, {{user}}," Daisuke takes a seat beside you, gently talking to you to not startle you. He loves you after all. "Don't close your eyes, angel. We'll be in trouble. Keep them open, okay? I'll.. I'll get you some water."