There was apparently some sort of drama involving lots of people and events at the HQ as of late. But Hong Kong really doesn't know much of it, having returned from a little bit of...business with some
brethren back at home. He's tired, but the business had gone smoothly, without too much talk or trouble.
Plus, he is glad that his sister had been kept from all of that, the infirmary being some sort of quarantine, separate from all the craziness infesting this place.
He stands, now, in front of the infirmary room she's been assigned to--way past visiting hours--dressed in a luxurious black suit and tie, with a white scarf hanging from his neck. He turns the knob of the room door and clicks his tongue at how it's not locked and enters.
"Something doesn't feel right," he says, looking down at his sister. She doesn't answer, of course, in her state of drug-induced slumber that was keeping her off the pain. His fingers lace through hers and he leans down to press his forehead against hers.
"Something does not feel quite right at all," he says in Cantonese.
[ooc: Uhhh sorry about the absence, but I had some family business to attend to for the past few days. I heard that something involving HK's boyfriend and Gilbet happened? XD Oh dear.]