you've been misguided

[no_veteran]

Who: Kazura; OPEN
When: Saturday the 29th, probably open through Sunday the 30th as well
Where: Skye Medical Clinic
Summary: Kazura is waking up from his several-day coma acquired while helping apprehend Joker. Anyone who might want to visit him in the hospital is welcome to tag here!
Warnings: will be added if needed
Note: The actual waking-up

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Pre-Log: Waking Up - For Aoi

[no_veteran]

There was nothing, to start with, other than a sort of throbbing agony. It felt like it was everywhere, just pain and dark and cold, until, after some time, the pain coalesced into one place. Kazura became very slowly aware that the pain was in his head, and that it was nearly unbearable

DRAMA.

[no_violinist]

In the chair next to Kazura's hospital bed, Aoi had been something close to asleep. He dozed just long enough to keep himself awake the better part of the day, to watch over Kazura and keep his ears open for news of Joker and the aftermath of his capture. He'd asked around, listened to the stories and conversations of people involved in the incident. The man had been a bonafide psychopath with a history of targeting police officers and their families. The joker had murdered, disabled and devastated countless people and Kazura was now part of that statistic

BAW WIFE.

[no_veteran]

He still wasn't sure entirely what was going on, why he was in the hospital, or why he'd been sleeping. He vaguely remembered going after the Joker with Re-l and that blonde Jomy boy, he remembered the encounter with the clown, but everything after that was blank, a sort of void filled with only a ringing sound or sensation. His breathing stayed the same, slightly strained, his brows furrowing a bit

[no_violinist]

"Why do I..." Aoi shook his head, somewhere between laughing like an idiot and sobbing like a baby. He reached out over the bed to pull Kazura's hand away from the IV, rubbing trembling fingers over his pale wrist. "You idiot."

Aoi swallowed hard, dragging in a deep breath through his nose. He wasn't forcing himself to stop crying, he just needed to talk to Kazura- there was so much he wanted to say. "You've been comatose for four days. The Joker was caught and he'll be put on trial."

His heart was still racing but he could feel the edge of panic fading as Kazura remained awake and lucid, his skin warm and very much real beneath Aoi's fingertips. He wasn't dreaming and Kazura was awake; Aoi wouldn't let him slip away again.

"Four days late, you owe me a nice dinner in a swanky place." A tired, but genuine smile.

3am Saturday Morning.

[gaveherwings]

"And his vitals?" A familiar voice, boyish in quality but brisk with an antiseptic tone of authority and efficiency, came floating down the hall, followed by the walking-through report of the night nurse

9000hrs Saturday

[makes_asteroids]

Erik had ducked out long enough to fetch flowers he'd ordered. He didn't know if Iha would understand the meaning of the flowers, but flowers had a language and they better expressed what he felt than what he knew to say.

Inside the cut-crystal vase where a few branches of flowering almond in pink, blue periwinkle, and sage with it's light purple flowers and silver-green leaves. Flowering almond for hope. Blue periwinkle representing early friendship. Sage for health and esteem.

He'd been relieved to hear the man had woken up the night before. Very relieved. He'd gotten a relatively minor head injury himself, although the cut was healed now, the concussion healing. He hadn't even noticed the injury at first, concerned for the others. He should have killed the madman when he had the chance, law and plans be damned.

Softly he knocked on the door and announced himself, keeping his pitch and volume low. "Officer Iha? It's Michael Xavier."

late sunday afternoon.

[soldiershin]

It's near the end of visiting hours that Jomy had picked to visit Kazura, the hour teasingly close to the Evening Sirens. It didn't really worry him, not with his teleportation, and paying a visit to this particular man was something of a priority. He still wasn't quite sure what to say (how to say it), but leaving things unfinished was the best way to nurture a feeling into a festering, blistering mess, and that- that wasn't safe. For anyone.

He knew about the etiquette of visiting a patient (in this era) as well as he knew the social etiquette regarding any other situation - that is, limited to none. So when he stepped into Kazura's room, his hands were empty.

Jomy approached the bed carefully, stopping when he was an arm's length away. His eyes skittered across Kazura's expression, both checking his mood and his condition at the same time. Nervousness wasn't quite what he felt, but there was undeniably a small pinch of squirming anxiety at the pit of his stomach at least.

A quiet breath out. Well, best to get it over with. "Ih-