rakuen | dude he's like in a coma

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dude he's like in a coma

Characters: Kotarou, visitors
Format: any
This log is: open
Location: one of the infirmary rooms.
Summary: After this battle, Kotarou is transferred to the infirmary to recover from his Exaclan-induced coma. This log covers the three days he's out, and his waking up after that. Depending on 'when' you visit, he might not respond, but feel free to mingle around the unconscious kid.
Warnings: moar trauma. Copious angst. Possibly people will get punched.

The room is small, one of the minor rooms set aside for students who aren't in the infirmary for a scraped knee or a cold. There are several metal chairs scattered around the room, as well as a single table and a curtain that can be pulled around the bed if need be. The bed itself swamps the boy lying in it, with white sheets and a faded green coverlet; a monitor is within reach on the bedside unit. It beeps every minute, on the dot, to let the nurse know his charge is still alive. Despite this and the drip in his arm, visitors are assured that he will wake up with no negative side-effects within a few days.

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"Nhn."

It was something. Not very a very coherent thing, but a kind of noise at least. What had happened? His head felt like it was stuffed with hay. Hay and bugs. He cracked one eye open with no small degree of effort, and peered groggily at his friend.

"Huashi?" It was slurred, but recognisably her name.

Edited (spellcheck GET) 2011-01-23 21:01 (UTC)

"I'm right here," Huashi whispered, but it was a whisper bound in iron-control; there was boundless energy just quaking behind the chains, waiting to be unleashed. But it could wait a bit longer, for Huashi didn't explode into a ball of overexuberant joy, just laid right there and waited for Kotarou to catch up with the living.

"How is it?" Her eyes were huge and her voice was practically begging him to tell her it was fine, though she could see he was still sluggish as she grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it.

Suzaku Kururugi. Your weapon is awake and can now be collected from the infirmary. This is an announcement for: Suzaku Kururugi. Please report to the nurse's office.

Suzaku was in his dormitory and his eyes widened at the announcement.. He had been going to the infirmary at least every two hours, he would have stayed the whole time but he did not want to cause Huashi undue stress. Remembering something he leant over and unlocked his draw grabbing the things in there and set off at a run.

"Is he awake, is he alright? Have you checked him? Are you sure? Shouldn't he stay in a while longer to make sure?"

"Suzaku Kururugi your weapon is in that room, move along." Suzaku glared at the impassive receptionist and moved towards the room. He tapped on the door, aware that Huashi might tell him to go away.

"Can I come in?" He asked quietly.

Huashi looked up, and then rolled her eyes at Suzaku's hesitation. Yes, she'd been angry. She was still annoyed he hadn't considered checking what the rings the weapon he had did, but he was obviously beating himself up waayyyyy more than she'd ever do, or had done.

"Hurry, hurry, don't stand there," Huashi called and waved at Suzaku, her tail mirroring her hand. At least he'd been quick enough to come before Kotarou has told her how he felt, because then he wouldn't have to repeat himself!

He blinked, then looked down at their hands, vaguely baffled, until he had enough control over his fingers to squeeze back. When she turned to call someone inside, he tried to sit up, and ended up just pushing himself a little way up the headboard.

"I'm fine," He was, right? He wasn't sure what she was asking; he didn't remember going to sleep, or, as he took in the unfamiliar room, going inside at all. What was going on? He rubbed at his eyes with his free hand, trying to clear the haze, and so managed to miss Suzaku's entrance. "Where are we?"

Suzaku hurried into the room at Huashi's nod, words couldn't describe the relief he felt at seeing Kotarou's eyes open, and hearing his voice.

"We are in the medical centre, you were hurt and have been unconscious a while so you need to take it easy," he gave the facts simply not overstating them so that the boy wouldn't panic. He realised he was smiling, he was so happy to see Kotarou awake.

"The pendant broke..." Huashi bit her lower lip and squeezed Kotarou's hand again. "No one's gonna use it again until you're ready, okay? I promise," Huashi's voice is low again, insistent.

She opened her mouth to ask waht she'd been thinking of, but snapped her mouth closed again. She'd ask soon.

Kotarou squinted at them both, not awake enough to process what they were telling him beyond the basics.

"Suzaku's here," he looked between them, then down at the covers. Wait, if he was there, who was missing? A battle... they'd been in the middle of a battle! His head snapped up again, the sudden movement greying out his vision for a second, "Broke-- Does that mean Ichi lost? You were fighting each other..."

His immediate thought was just that, if Suzaku had won, the annoying black-haired guy he used as a weapon was never going to let Kotarou hear the end of it. His second was that Ichi wasn't here. "What happened?"

Oichi opens the door, closes it behind her and promptly drops the croissant she had been holding. It was just her luck that the moment she left the room to go get something to eat-- her stomach twisting itself into knots in its hunger-- Kotarou woke up.

In her haste to make her way over, she steps on the bread, trips and ends up on her knees by the head of his cot. A tear drips down her face and she slowly gets to her feet once again.

"Kotarou," she says. "You aren't dead..."

Huashi'd hoped Ichi wouldn't be back so soon. How is she gonna have the chance to ask Kotarou what she's been thinking of, with all these people here?! And Ichi... Huashi gives the woman a narrow stare. She still smells, and she knows it's not due to some physical disease. It's something else, and it makes her really, really unsettled.

"They fought. She got confused. Your pendant broke," Huashi explains as shortly as she can, but she's not sure why she doesn't say that Ichi threw it.

Suzaku looked round to see Oichi and stepped back slightly to let her see that Kotarou was alright. He nodded at Huashi's words but kept quiet and to the back not wanting to smother the child and knowing that it was more important that Kotarou saw his friends than him. He waited quietly for him to be ready.

"Dead?" He repeated, glancing to Huashi for some kind of explanation beyond that, "But... Ichi was the one fighting."

He frowned down at the covers again, then shook his head violently to try and make some sense of his thoughts. It was becoming obvious that his memories of the battle were patchy at best; he seemed more worried that Oichi was crying. It's time for some bluster. "Of course I'm not dead, Ichi! Didn't I promise?"

She pauses then, looking from Huashi to Kotarou very slowly, brows furrowing just slight. A tear rolls down her face but she doesn't shake anymore. There is a certain amount of clarity to her movements as she goes to brush Kotarou's bangs out of his face, hands cold.

"It's Ichi's fault... that Kotarou is here... Ichi... is sorry." And like that, she shakes again.

Huashi keeps from sighing in annoyance, just barely; admitting guilt is all fine and well, but this whole thing could have been avoided if she'd just listened. It may have been different if Icho had only had Kotarou, but she hadn't.

Huashi frowned hard at Oichi's hand, but didn't do anything. She still didn't like Ichi touching Kotarou. There was something wrong with her and Huashi didn't trust her. Well, she could do the first part of her plan...

"Suzaku! Do you have to be a Player's Weapon to have a Player buy you things?" Huashi looked over Oichi's head to Suzaku, frowning. It didn't really matter either way at this point, but the description in the book confused her.

Suzaku blinked when he was spoken to. "No, in the manual it says that only players can use the machines but you can buy things for anybody they don't need to be your own Weapons. I think… Did you wish to buy some things?"

Talking of things that had been bought he brought the things he had bought for Kotarou out of his pocket and moved closer to the bed again, kneeling at the side. "Here, apparently these rings will make your weapons stronger or give it abilities, and here is a memory charm." He gave a tiny smile; he really hoped he had been of some use though he knew it couldn't make what he had done any better.

Kotarou bore the tidying of his hair silently, his eyes almost crossing to follow her hand. The moment she'd finished and pulled away, he ran his fingers through it and messed it up even worse than before.

Of course.

"Didn't I say it was okay? Geez, who's gonna take you seriously if you apologise this much, huh?" He didn't mean it, his smile was only half-hidden as he sat up to catch her hand before it dropped to her side. "Just be careful next time, and I'll forgive you!"

He'd tuned out Huashi and Suzaku until then, but when a handful of jewellery was held out to him, he belatedly started listening.

"For me?" He didn't release Ichi's hand just yet.

Oichi squeezes his fingers just slightly, pausing at his words. Someone had said that to her before; she doesn't know who did, just that it happened. How odd, how very odd. It strikes up a feeling of near nostalgia in her, and just as quickly as the feeling comes it goes, carried away by a breeze. She won't make the same mistake twice.

She nods, murmuring to herself: "It does no one any good to cry like that..."

Then, audible, in response to the rings and charm: "So pretty..."

Huashi nods in answer to Suzaku's question, and sqiurms. She's not sure she want to ask this with Ichi and Suzaku here. What if Kotarou'd prefer to not do it? ... Well, she decides with a frown, then he just would not prefer it that way. That was all right.

Right?

She wasn't sure why she felt uncertain, all of a sudden.

"Kotarou... I was thinking... Would you like me to get a Link Charm for us?" She has to really, really, control herself to look at Kotarou. Daddy'd said you should face your fears, and Yu Long had said something about taking rejection gracefully. She would look this in the face.

"Yes, for you," Suzaku gave Kotarou a small smile and handed over the charm and rings. Then he stepped back a step when Huashi spoke to Kotarou, he would be happy to use the booths for her so that she could by a Link Charm for her and Kotarou if they wanted.

"T-thanks..." A slow blink before it clicked; he finally looked down at the jewels and flushed. It felt a little dishonest to be taking something for... but it was a gift, and the knight didn't seem to mind. Wasn't he friends with a lot of people? He could afford this. That must be it. His fingers closed over them with much less reluctance, and he nodded once, almost into a bow. With these, he could be a lot more reliable.

Which left:

"Us?" Kotarou stared at Huashi, wide-eyed. "But I can't fight."

Huashi shook her head and grabbed the hand that wasn't holding all the new gifts.

"Doesn't matter! If you want to, I'll teach you to fight with a staff... and a sword, too, but I only know swords that are closer to what Ichi's is. But you don't have to, if you don't want to." She paused here to stare at him. She knew how to fight, had trained long and hard with several different weapons, but that was not for everyone.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to, but I... I'd like it if you wanted... To be linked with me," Huashi said quietly, keeping the nervous smile that wanted to erupt under strict guard. Kotarou would do as Kotarou wanted, but she hoped he wanted to be linked.

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