[Glenn doesn't meet his eyes, at first, afraid of what he might see if he does. But it's hard to avoid when he's being looked at, when Bakugou gets close enough to fill his vision entirely.

[His cowlick-antenna droops, tucking downward as if to mimic a dog's ears.]

I don't know. I hoped if I stayed under the water, maybe something would change, but it hasn't. I can't even tell if I'm hot or cold.

[He swallows hard, noisily. He can't tell, but his hands are shaking.]

It shouldn't be affecting my head at all. Or even my--

[His cheeks burn suddenly, and he stops himself short.]

I wish I knew what went wrong.

[Maybe his body is failing on him? But-- he can't say that. He doesn't know for sure, and-- Bakugou looks as worried as Glenn himself feels - or, well, he thinks he does. Maybe he's seeing something that isn't there? Regardless, he can't-- he can't even suggest that it might be worse than he thinks it may be.

[Ultimately, he ducks his head against Bakugou's shoulder, using his eyesight to make sure he isn't using too much force before closing his eyes a little.]

I wish I had a plan of attack for this. But I don't even know where to start.