he really likes hospitals oh baby [OPEN]

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Who: Big Boss & anyone that wants to see a grouchy, blind old man bound to a hospital bed
When: Sunday to Wednesday? WHENEVER YOU LIKE
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Big Boss almost got killed while chasing the remnants with Triela, but instead of losing his life he just lost his eye and is now in the hospital! Whoo! He also punched a doctor in the

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Ritsuka hadn't been to the hospital since he had a check up a few months ago with Dr. Ishida and asked for money. Fortunately he'd never had another reason to go, and his supply of bandages had stayed relatively untouched once Soubi went away. Mostly, the place filled him of memories of home, of doctors quietly speaking. They'd run so many tests when his memory first disappeared. It was a cold, unhappy time. He'd never have made it if Seimei hadn't been there to hold his hand through such a nonsensical time.

Now that he thought about it, those echoing halls, those hushed, faceless women and men in labcoats were his first memories. His heart was in his stomach. He didn't want to be here, but on the other hand, he was sort of glad that Jack was getting professional care - that he was somewhere that Ritsuka could visit.

Jack wasn't allowed to disappear. Everyone important disappeared. Jack wasn't allowed.

Clenching and unclenching tiny fists, Ritsuka steeled himself for the courage to go inside - and not, he reminded himself, not yell at him. He knew almost nothing of the situation. It probably wasn't Jack's fault. So. No use in taking it out on him.

The catboy cleared his throat as he approached Jack's hospital bed. Jack didn't look fragile, but he didn't look good, either. "I wanted to bring you ice cream but it would've melted on the way here," Ritsuka said. "So I brought you flowers. The lady at the store they would smell really nice."

The scent of peony and lilac filled the room. Forward-thinking, Ritsuka had found a little glass of water to place it in and placed it in a nearby low shelf. Then he sat down at the chair astride Jack's bed.

"You shouldn't waste your time punching doctors," he murmured. "Just hurry up and get better and they'll let you go."

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Ever since ending up here, Jack was continuously in a daze. Sometimes half-asleep, sometimes half-awake, but never fully asleep or fully awake, and it left him hyper vigilant and paranoid. He didn't appreciate being pumped full of painkillers and other drugs to keep him docile - exactly for what Ritsuka had just mentioned, punching doctors.

Ritsuka. It took a while for him to process the voice and the name, but he wouldn't have a face to go along with them, save for the one in his memory.

Ice cream. Flowers.

"Ah..." It was a rather disoriented sound, but enough sign that he was awake and listening. He'd need a few more moments to leave the fog and respond properly, with words, and not with fists, because his instincts took over.

"I hope you didn't come here alone." He really wanted to say, I don't know if it'll get better, and I'd love to see the flowers, but, - but none of that seemed very appropriate. He was glad the boy was here, and at the same time he wasn't. He shouldn't be seeing him like this.

Jack raised his good arm, reaching over to place his hand on Ritsuka's hand, though it took some effort to pinpoint the source of the voice and get it right, but he managed. He felt his ears, scratching behind one weakly.

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Ritsuka ducked his head a little, instinctively, when Jack went for his ears. In spite of his trust for his friend and makeshift parent, the physical scars of his life before Siren's Port remained, and he was rather prone to flinching. Without Soubi around breaking down his barriers with constant like touch like someone gentling a feral cat, Ritsuka was touchy and closed off in spite of his gregarious nature.

Wary of Jack's feelings, Ritsuka stopped himself from pulling away completely. He even scooted a little closer, laying his free hand over the back of Jack's. It was hard not to think of how Jack had died before. That had hurt. In this situation, there was hope, but Jack didn't seem to possess the same fight.

Ritsuka clenched his jaw, thinking hard. He was a Sacrifice. Jack often said he'd be Ritsuka's Fighter if he could. So. How did he approach this situation, as a Sacrifice? How did he imbue this Fighter to keep strength?

"Of course I came by myself," Ritsuka snorted. "I wanted you to myself so I could yell at you and beat you up."