A few hours after
this, Ikki wakes up from having passed out from wounds sustained from the fight. It's a disorienting experience at first - he can't remember how he got in a strange room, in a strange bed, or why Akito is there. He doesn't know why he's in pain, and he doesn't know why he's got all these bandages all over him.
It's enough to make a guy freak out, but then it all comes flooding in. Memories of the fight, memories of the reasoning. He doesn't hurt as much as he had before, and he doesn't feel as drained - though logically one would assume that he'd feel worse at this point. What he has no idea about is that a bar had a hand in providing special properties to the first aid kit it provided Akito with, but this isn't an explanation he ever necessarily needs to know.
The influx of a bit of energy is enough to make him antsy, but not enough to have healed him, clearly. It'd be nice if there was a clock in here, but time doesn't necessarily work the same at the end of the universe. Ikki rubs at his eyes and then tries to sit up - something he sort of regrets after. He makes a noise at the effort, and then kicks himself mentally. He can deal with this, dammit, he's sure he's been through worse!
So he forces himself to sit up fully, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and glances back at Akito to see if he's accidentally woken him up. If not, maybe he'll try seeing if he can take a walk. It couldn't hurt him, and he's kinda thirsty, anyway. Or maybe he just feels like being a dumbass and not being cooped up in one place. Whenever he gets hurt, he gets defiant towards the entire idea - and it might take a lot to get him to act otherwise.