[closed thread] Nejiko's Midnight Stalker [is Yuugao]
[set a few hours after Tapioca Prescription. Title suggested by Bel. XD]
After Haruno left, Nejiko had rolled over so she no longer saw the food. Pity it didn't stop his words from replaying in her mind. Threatened with therapy. Therapy. Blessed Fate. She didn't need therapy, she needed---
Scrunching her eyes shut, she curled into a fetal position and pulled the knit hospital blanket tighter around her. She would not allow herself to cry. She reminded herself she was through crying. Tears were useless, they did nothing, they didn't even provide the 'release' that people professed them to bring. All they did was wet her face, make her eyes burn, and cause her nose and sinuses to clog up so badly her head pounded while she had to breathe through her mouth, drying her throat out so that coughing only aggravated the feeling of ground glass. She had made sure to have some privacy when she did, too. The clan frowned on such emotional displays.
Mika, on the other hand, hadn't seemed to mind. The large dog had joined in with some mournful howling of her own when Nejiko refused to pet her after a few head-strokes. And when Nejiko had finally collapsed on Tentsuke's bed, Mika joined her, pressing as much of her furry body against Nejiko as she could. And in the morning, the Hyuuga had blinked herself awake to see Bloodfang stretched out on her other side.
Unfortunately, Nejiko couldn't just stay there. At the time the announcement wasn't official, and Nejiko wasn't the kind to slack off from her training, either. Nothing was scheduled with Yuugao, thankfully. One glance at her reddened and puffy eyes and she knew he would want to know what was wrong.
Now, there was no hiding something was wrong. He would realize that when he found out she had put in for medical leave. But as he hadn't shown up at all in the time she had been here, the slim, dim hope he might let her sort this out herself remained. Because if there was someone who could understand, it was him, and she really did not want to talk to him.
After Haruno left, Nejiko had rolled over so she no longer saw the food. Pity it didn't stop his words from replaying in her mind. Threatened with therapy. Therapy. Blessed Fate. She didn't need therapy, she needed---
Scrunching her eyes shut, she curled into a fetal position and pulled the knit hospital blanket tighter around her. She would not allow herself to cry. She reminded herself she was through crying. Tears were useless, they did nothing, they didn't even provide the 'release' that people professed them to bring. All they did was wet her face, make her eyes burn, and cause her nose and sinuses to clog up so badly her head pounded while she had to breathe through her mouth, drying her throat out so that coughing only aggravated the feeling of ground glass. She had made sure to have some privacy when she did, too. The clan frowned on such emotional displays.
Mika, on the other hand, hadn't seemed to mind. The large dog had joined in with some mournful howling of her own when Nejiko refused to pet her after a few head-strokes. And when Nejiko had finally collapsed on Tentsuke's bed, Mika joined her, pressing as much of her furry body against Nejiko as she could. And in the morning, the Hyuuga had blinked herself awake to see Bloodfang stretched out on her other side.
Unfortunately, Nejiko couldn't just stay there. At the time the announcement wasn't official, and Nejiko wasn't the kind to slack off from her training, either. Nothing was scheduled with Yuugao, thankfully. One glance at her reddened and puffy eyes and she knew he would want to know what was wrong.
Now, there was no hiding something was wrong. He would realize that when he found out she had put in for medical leave. But as he hadn't shown up at all in the time she had been here, the slim, dim hope he might let her sort this out herself remained. Because if there was someone who could understand, it was him, and she really did not want to talk to him.