Who: Ukitake Jushiro (
ocean_lightning ), Shihouin Yoruichi (
goneonenight ), Hitsugaya Toushirou (
sonofwinterlion ), and all of YOU other people. Yes, you know who you are~ :)
What: Aftermath of violent impalement injuries. :|
When: About a day after
thisWhere: The ~*hospital*~
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything in particular? /o/ Perhaps some mild language here and there
How: Prose or action brackets are both welcome! 8) Feel free to establish multiple threads / threadjack / etc. as well! This is basically so that everybody can walk it out, talk it out, and possibly snag some CR too :o
He has absolutely no idea how long he's been sleeping.
Everything is a blur - a very familiar sort of blur. And because it's so familiar, he almost feels no alarm at all as he gradually floats up to consciousness.
In an absent sort of way he registers that he seemed to be in a bed of some sort, and that he's in...ah. A hospital. He knew the sterile feel and smell so well by now that it was second notion, really.
In the same vague way he additionally notices that he feels incredibly tired, and that there is a sharp, smouldering pain in his chest - the latter of which is even more familiar than the hospital, although...there was something different about this hurt. Something more acute, a bit...beyond the usual slow pain he'd resigned himself to for countless years...
The same lethargy that drags at his limbs seems to be clinging at his thoughts as well, however, because he can't really bring himself to ponder further over the strange matter. Instead, eyes still closed, he allows himself to drift for a while longer, between wakefulness and sleep. Acquiescent to let things fold over at their own pace. They always had before - there was no reason for it to be otherwise now.
Several presences that he finds himself feeling very nearby help this as well - familiar presences, steady lanterns of reiatsu that he could easily identify.
He wasn't quite sure why they were there, but it was a comforting notion, to worry over a bit later.....