Med Wing - Solitary Room #1
"Oh...my...God...why is the room spinning so much?"
As if reality self hinged on tip of a needle, swaying mercilessly from one side to the next, Ichigo's balance and perception failed him the very moment he became conscious again. He sat up slowly, stretched out on a long and mildly comfortable bed, and found himself in a very unfamiliar room as he raised a hand and began to tenderly massage his temples to clear away the cobwebs. Gently, he swung out his legs from the edge of the bed, and planted his feet on the ground. Unfortunately, he felt so drugged, so weak, that his ankles shook like brittle sticks the instant he tried to put any weight forward. His world was still fuzzy; he needed to wake up a little more first, and hopefully, his body would become more stable.
Kurosaki grunted lightly, fluttering his eyes sleepily. The last thing he remembered was his attempt at aiding Chusa's escape; the moment the memory flashed into his mind, Ichigo bolted awake again, his eyes firing open anxiously.
Did she make it!? he gasped, gravely staring down at the floor beside the bed. If not...what happened to her?
Determination replaced the concern on his face quickly. With focused, steadfast eyes, Ichigo fought through the haze of the numbing agents coursing uncontrollably through his bloodstream to make the room stop its merry-go-round circling. He realized he needed to find out where he was, and the quickest way out, and thus began to survey his surroundings. To each corner of the room, Ichigo raised and lowered his head, scanning the walls and corners. Ultimately, he showed nothing but contempt for what he found; his face scrunched up, as if he had nothing but insults to spare for the design and decour, Ichigo shook his head and sighed.
"Guh...did they really have to stick me in this little box of a room?" No sooner had he asked himself than the answer came; he had knocked out at least five orderlies, broken the jaw of a nurse, and handed out punches and kicks to the rest as if they had been begging for more. It was a wonder why they hadn't locked him up for good.
As he felt more sure of himself, Ichigo pushed off of the bed and managed to keep himself standing. He stood still for a moment, just trying to keep himself up, keep himself from collapsing again, a labor that took nearly all his strength. Though weak and dizzy, the replacement shinigami managed to stumble his way to the door, carefully placing each footstep in front of the other. He hardly even seemed to hestiate turning the knob, boldly resolved to discover the result of the day's earlier chaos...at least, until another dizzy-spell hit him like a solid jab to the face, sending him down to his knees on the floor. Though humbled, Ichigo's teeth were grit, a lion's snarl to show his unflinching nature, his hand holding stubbornly fast to the doorknob; he'd keep moving, or die trying.
"I'm not going to last long if I find something unfriendly out there...but I gotta try..."
((Moving to here. ))
As if reality self hinged on tip of a needle, swaying mercilessly from one side to the next, Ichigo's balance and perception failed him the very moment he became conscious again. He sat up slowly, stretched out on a long and mildly comfortable bed, and found himself in a very unfamiliar room as he raised a hand and began to tenderly massage his temples to clear away the cobwebs. Gently, he swung out his legs from the edge of the bed, and planted his feet on the ground. Unfortunately, he felt so drugged, so weak, that his ankles shook like brittle sticks the instant he tried to put any weight forward. His world was still fuzzy; he needed to wake up a little more first, and hopefully, his body would become more stable.
Kurosaki grunted lightly, fluttering his eyes sleepily. The last thing he remembered was his attempt at aiding Chusa's escape; the moment the memory flashed into his mind, Ichigo bolted awake again, his eyes firing open anxiously.
Did she make it!? he gasped, gravely staring down at the floor beside the bed. If not...what happened to her?
Determination replaced the concern on his face quickly. With focused, steadfast eyes, Ichigo fought through the haze of the numbing agents coursing uncontrollably through his bloodstream to make the room stop its merry-go-round circling. He realized he needed to find out where he was, and the quickest way out, and thus began to survey his surroundings. To each corner of the room, Ichigo raised and lowered his head, scanning the walls and corners. Ultimately, he showed nothing but contempt for what he found; his face scrunched up, as if he had nothing but insults to spare for the design and decour, Ichigo shook his head and sighed.
"Guh...did they really have to stick me in this little box of a room?" No sooner had he asked himself than the answer came; he had knocked out at least five orderlies, broken the jaw of a nurse, and handed out punches and kicks to the rest as if they had been begging for more. It was a wonder why they hadn't locked him up for good.
As he felt more sure of himself, Ichigo pushed off of the bed and managed to keep himself standing. He stood still for a moment, just trying to keep himself up, keep himself from collapsing again, a labor that took nearly all his strength. Though weak and dizzy, the replacement shinigami managed to stumble his way to the door, carefully placing each footstep in front of the other. He hardly even seemed to hestiate turning the knob, boldly resolved to discover the result of the day's earlier chaos...at least, until another dizzy-spell hit him like a solid jab to the face, sending him down to his knees on the floor. Though humbled, Ichigo's teeth were grit, a lion's snarl to show his unflinching nature, his hand holding stubbornly fast to the doorknob; he'd keep moving, or die trying.
"I'm not going to last long if I find something unfriendly out there...but I gotta try..."
((Moving to here. ))