Hiei is quickly growing tired of this entire 'being sick' exercise. Of course he is - and he has little to no idea of what the hell could be causing it, or what could make it recur like this other than his inability to stay still or do anything in moderation. If only he had the ability to have a frank conversation, they wouldn't be here at all. But of course neither of them can do anything by halves, or easily, and even if Kurama might be able to at least make the effort... Hiei is nearly incapable of following suit.

"Mn." The fire apparition agrees with that little sound, eyeing the cup Kurama has brought him for a moment longer. He isn't usually all that keen on anything that will force him in to sleep, but at this moment it seems like the kindest alternative to simply tossing and turning all evening as his stomach gives another restless roll.

Reminded of why he's agreed to this in the first place, Hiei drinks what Kurama has given him, steady but not rushing. If only he'd learned the 'not rushing' part earlier.

Once it's all down, though, the fire demon will ask the question he maybe should have a little earlier :

"How long do I have until I'm out?" Thankfully there isn't any bedding set up left to do, really.