rakuen | 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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"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.

dude he's like in a coma

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