Misa tossed her head from one side to the other, murmuring unintelligibly. It had been a few days that she had been on her own, strapped down, blindfolded, and questioned incessantly. She had been strong, though - she'd had to be, because Light needed her to be. That thought had sustained her through all of it. It will be okay. Light needs me. When I come out of this, he'll be waiting for me with open arms, and we'll be happy together.
...wait. She hadn't been able to move this much in a while. That thought made her wake from her light, disturbed sleep, and then realize that she wasn't strapped down anymore. She wasn't blindfolded. It felt as if she'd been treated somehow - her mouth didn't feel dry, at least, and there were no marks on her wrists and ankles from having been tied down. She reached one hand up to her hair - soft, clean, pigtailed. What?
Misa sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She looked around - looked like a hospital room? Had she been rescued and put in a hospital to get better? She twirled a piece of hair around her finger as she continued looking around. The bed across the room was neatly made, no sign at all of anyone sleeping there.
She looked down at herself, and frowned deeply. Ugh. Where are my cute pajamas? Someone should've gone home and gotten me something cute to wear while getting better. Well, there was a closet. She got out of bed, sliding into the slippers waiting for her, and opened the doors. Misa didn't get long to look, though, because a nurse opened the door to her room just at that moment, with a bright, "Good morning, Miranda, dear. I'm glad to see you up and about, so let's go on and get you some breakfast, hm?"
Misa blinked at the nurse. "I'm Misa, not Miranda. Do you maybe have the wrong room? Also, where are my clothes? If I'm going to go anywhere, I need to dress the part."
The nurse clucked her tongue. The poor girl was clearly having those delusions about having been an idol again. "Miranda, dear, while you're here at Landel's Institute, you need to wear your uniform. Now, come along, dear. Don't pancakes sound good?"
With that, the nurse took Misa gently by the arm and began to steer her towards the cafeteria before she could protest further.
...wait. She hadn't been able to move this much in a while. That thought made her wake from her light, disturbed sleep, and then realize that she wasn't strapped down anymore. She wasn't blindfolded. It felt as if she'd been treated somehow - her mouth didn't feel dry, at least, and there were no marks on her wrists and ankles from having been tied down. She reached one hand up to her hair - soft, clean, pigtailed. What?
Misa sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She looked around - looked like a hospital room? Had she been rescued and put in a hospital to get better? She twirled a piece of hair around her finger as she continued looking around. The bed across the room was neatly made, no sign at all of anyone sleeping there.
She looked down at herself, and frowned deeply. Ugh. Where are my cute pajamas? Someone should've gone home and gotten me something cute to wear while getting better. Well, there was a closet. She got out of bed, sliding into the slippers waiting for her, and opened the doors. Misa didn't get long to look, though, because a nurse opened the door to her room just at that moment, with a bright, "Good morning, Miranda, dear. I'm glad to see you up and about, so let's go on and get you some breakfast, hm?"
Misa blinked at the nurse. "I'm Misa, not Miranda. Do you maybe have the wrong room? Also, where are my clothes? If I'm going to go anywhere, I need to dress the part."
The nurse clucked her tongue. The poor girl was clearly having those delusions about having been an idol again. "Miranda, dear, while you're here at Landel's Institute, you need to wear your uniform. Now, come along, dear. Don't pancakes sound good?"
With that, the nurse took Misa gently by the arm and began to steer her towards the cafeteria before she could protest further.
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