Once Suzaku started helping him, he didn't really argue. He tugged the gloves on. They were still warm from when Suzaku was wearing them. Almost painfully so.

Once his shirt was gone, he was dexterous enough to take care of his own pants. He put all the clothes inn a soggy pile in the back, away from anything important. He rolled himself up in the blanket as tightly as he could. This was hardly any way or an Emperor to be. But it's better than dead.