dude he's like in a coma

[tenwholeryou]

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.

Comments

[monkeystail]

"If she'd listened to him--!" Huashi almost shouts, but lowers her voice. Sora kneeling in front of her isn't distracting her from keeping an eye on Ichi. And she doesn't believe Sora. Not hurt him? When she behaves like that, and that smell!

"Really? What's with... with... that then?! HUH? And she smells. Bad. Sweet. Like rotten fruit." Huashi doesn't really care about Ichi's intentions, really, because she's sure (she thinks) Ichi didn't 'mean to' hurt Kotarou by fighting with his pendant. No, it's Ichi's behaviour she's zeroed in on.

[themouthofhell]

Oichi doesn't respond to any of the things Huashi says; just steps forwards more, in her usual way, until she is at the head of the cot, close enough to touch Kotarou's sleeping face.

She sees his chest rise and fall and the tears that had gathered fall now. "Ah... he isn't... he's not dead..." she manages after a beat.

[monkeystail]

"Of course he's not dead!" Huashi doesn't shriek, exactly, but it's close enough (because while he's not dead right now, maybe he'll just not wake up and be dead later), and Oichi is too close. Huashi snarls and jumps, landing on the other side of Kotarou's bed, slapping Oichi's hand away.

"No. touching," she hisses, because she's not gonna let a woman like that touch Kotarou, even if he likes her.