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]

Huashi didn't trust the man Suzaku had called a nurse. Whatever that was. He'd said Kotarou would be fine, but Kotarou wasn't waking up, and if you didn't wake up really soon after becoming unoncious, you weren't fine!

The 'nurse' had pulled up a chair for her, but she was currently ignoring that to sit on the bed beside Kotarou, glaring at the beeping machine and with one eye towards the door. Depending who came through that door...

She wasn't actually certain what to do. She wanted to tear things, smash them with her bare hands, but the scratches she'd caused Suzaku had for the moment stilled the bloodrage. This was still all those adults' faults, and no one was getting close.

Except for that lying nurse, because apparently he was the only one who could ensure Kotarou was on the track of getting well. She sniffed and rubbed her face. She was not crying.

She wasn't going try cry. Crying didn't help anybody. Her eyes burned.

"Merciful Goddess... he'll be all right, won't he?" Huashi tilted her head back, hoping that'd chase back the burning in her eyes.