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Characters: John Egbert, Yosuke Hanamura, and OPEN to anyone who wants to visit
Location: Some random clinic room
Rating: G to PG-13
Time: Night of December 13th
Description: One kid plus one motorcycle equals... well, a hurt kid and a damaged motorcycle.
Shit, that was one heck of a headache.
It was the first thing he noted upon groggily waking up in... well, what his head imagined was his own bed before he opened his eyes. But now that John actually took in his surroundings, he realized that there was a conspicuous lack of sloppy paint on the walls. White walls, white sheets, weird paper-dress thing (these always made him feel really awkward!), leg in a cast...
... leg in a cast.
Leg in a cast?
John jumped just a bit at the unfamiliar sight, trying to reel through blurry things in his mind to remember what happened. Man, his head hurt a lot, actually more so than the leg at the moment, but he had to figure this out!! It was bothering him, and he had watched enough movies to know the horrors of getting amnesia and forgetting all your loved ones and having to live a life of--
Oh wait. He got hit by a motorcycle.
And... he was in a clinic now. That made sense, he supposed.
Already propped up by some pillows, he didn't need to sit up any further to scan the room more coherently, nursing his bandaged head with a grimace.
[ ooc; ACTION OR PROSE is fine!! Feel free to make any open or closed threads you want, it doesn't have to be a thread with John! ]
Location: Some random clinic room
Rating: G to PG-13
Time: Night of December 13th
Description: One kid plus one motorcycle equals... well, a hurt kid and a damaged motorcycle.
Shit, that was one heck of a headache.
It was the first thing he noted upon groggily waking up in... well, what his head imagined was his own bed before he opened his eyes. But now that John actually took in his surroundings, he realized that there was a conspicuous lack of sloppy paint on the walls. White walls, white sheets, weird paper-dress thing (these always made him feel really awkward!), leg in a cast...
... leg in a cast.
Leg in a cast?
John jumped just a bit at the unfamiliar sight, trying to reel through blurry things in his mind to remember what happened. Man, his head hurt a lot, actually more so than the leg at the moment, but he had to figure this out!! It was bothering him, and he had watched enough movies to know the horrors of getting amnesia and forgetting all your loved ones and having to live a life of--
Oh wait. He got hit by a motorcycle.
And... he was in a clinic now. That made sense, he supposed.
Already propped up by some pillows, he didn't need to sit up any further to scan the room more coherently, nursing his bandaged head with a grimace.
[ ooc; ACTION OR PROSE is fine!! Feel free to make any open or closed threads you want, it doesn't have to be a thread with John! ]