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Who: Hana, Yu, Jinx, Sandy [open]
What: Hana’s awake.
When: August 1st all day
Where: Tetha General, Hana's room.
[[OOC: Post is open for anyone who wishes to pop in and see Hana. Feel free to jump into threads or even start your own. Remember, you can come and see him at any time of the day.]]
Hana was hungry. This he knew for certain.
He sat upright in his bed, pillows propped behind him in an attempt to make him comfortable. A countless mess of wires hung about him, their array of colours forming some sort of collapsed rainbow around the head of his bed. Beside him stood one of those annoying beeping machines that Hana was sure would drive him insane before he got out of here. And the smell! Hana wrinkled his nose. He'd never get used to that smell. Never.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t getting his sustenance, the nurses made sure of that. He shuddered, trying to forget the idea that his ‘meals’ were delivered straight into his body via tubes that pierced his skin. But his mouth ached for food. For taste. This unused sense was crying out for attention. Hana longed for an orange.
Sighing, he looked about the room. There was no sign of Matamune, but Hana guessed the nekomata was most likely around somewhere.
Curled up on a chair not to far away was Samir, sleeping peacefully. Hana guessed from the way the Labramon looked it was the first time in a while the digimon had been able to pleasantly dream away. The young boy felt a pang of guilt and led his eyes away from the ball of white fur until his gaze fell upon his lap.
There lay Sandy. She’d brought her chair right up to his bedside and laid her head and upper body across him. Running his hand through her short, dirty blonde hair, he watched the rise and fall of her body as she took deep, slow, relaxed breaths. He wasn’t sure if she was asleep or not, as she wasn’t facing him, but she seemed content where she rested.
He was glad for her company. Thrilled even. It was good to be able to interact with others again. To express himself. To not be alone in the dark any longer. Leaning down, he rested his forehead against her hair. Closing his eyes, he breathed deep, comforted by her familiar scent, and was almost tempted to fall asleep against her. But instead pulled himself back up.
After days of doing nothing but sleeping he most definitely wasn’t going to be taking a nap anytime soon.
What: Hana’s awake.
When: August 1st all day
Where: Tetha General, Hana's room.
[[OOC: Post is open for anyone who wishes to pop in and see Hana. Feel free to jump into threads or even start your own. Remember, you can come and see him at any time of the day.]]
Hana was hungry. This he knew for certain.
He sat upright in his bed, pillows propped behind him in an attempt to make him comfortable. A countless mess of wires hung about him, their array of colours forming some sort of collapsed rainbow around the head of his bed. Beside him stood one of those annoying beeping machines that Hana was sure would drive him insane before he got out of here. And the smell! Hana wrinkled his nose. He'd never get used to that smell. Never.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t getting his sustenance, the nurses made sure of that. He shuddered, trying to forget the idea that his ‘meals’ were delivered straight into his body via tubes that pierced his skin. But his mouth ached for food. For taste. This unused sense was crying out for attention. Hana longed for an orange.
Sighing, he looked about the room. There was no sign of Matamune, but Hana guessed the nekomata was most likely around somewhere.
Curled up on a chair not to far away was Samir, sleeping peacefully. Hana guessed from the way the Labramon looked it was the first time in a while the digimon had been able to pleasantly dream away. The young boy felt a pang of guilt and led his eyes away from the ball of white fur until his gaze fell upon his lap.
There lay Sandy. She’d brought her chair right up to his bedside and laid her head and upper body across him. Running his hand through her short, dirty blonde hair, he watched the rise and fall of her body as she took deep, slow, relaxed breaths. He wasn’t sure if she was asleep or not, as she wasn’t facing him, but she seemed content where she rested.
He was glad for her company. Thrilled even. It was good to be able to interact with others again. To express himself. To not be alone in the dark any longer. Leaning down, he rested his forehead against her hair. Closing his eyes, he breathed deep, comforted by her familiar scent, and was almost tempted to fall asleep against her. But instead pulled himself back up.
After days of doing nothing but sleeping he most definitely wasn’t going to be taking a nap anytime soon.