Akira lets out a long, dramatic groan through a grin on his face. "Not the stethoscope of concern..." he is, apparently, very well-acquainted with this stethoscope of concern. "He was just a worrywart. 'M not clums--"

Oh. Fffffrick. What's that thing on the floor?? His foot was not supposed to land like that--! He tilts forward before righting himself. "--not clumsy. Normally, anyway..." a sheepish laugh. "The pediatric nurses had to tell him to stop bringing me in every time I "felt a little hot" or something, apparently..."

He toes the object, tired but curious. "What's this for?" He squints, trying to see.