[ACTION LOG;]
Who: Yosuke Hanamura and [OPEN]
Where: Hospital room.
When: Few days after this.
Summary: Yosuke gets some visitors. They potentially meet his Shadow.
Rating: R. For swearing at least.
Other: Reason why it is action log, uh, Yosuke can't move as those who don't read the log will be alerted that his arms and legs were sawed off and reattached. With limited movements, I kind of felt like a jerkass to be only to write like two sentences, at most, for you all to respond to. Forgive?
[His parents had been unsure what to do for him -- unsure what to do to comfort themselves. They had stayed by his side, but felt that he should see someone else to lighten his spirits. His mood fluctuated from being depressed to irrationally angry. More than once he lashed out at them verbally. Enough to make them leave the room. They believed they understood why he was acting like this, but... even Yosuke was not sure why he was becoming more and more verbally abusive towards those that he cared about, those that he wanted to stay with him. He didn't want to be alone now.]
But ... I don't want them to see me like this.
[Even though his limbs had been reattached, he could barely move them, could barely feel anything. It was like it barely mattered if they were attached at all. There were occasional convulsions down his arms and legs that he could feel only when it tickled his surgical scars, but other than that, he could only watch them with some mixture of disturbed fascination.]
... I don't ...
[Not even able to finish that sentence, he turned his head away and waited for his first visitor. How was this supposed to cheer him up, anyway?]
Where: Hospital room.
When: Few days after this.
Summary: Yosuke gets some visitors. They potentially meet his Shadow.
Rating: R. For swearing at least.
Other: Reason why it is action log, uh, Yosuke can't move as those who don't read the log will be alerted that his arms and legs were sawed off and reattached. With limited movements, I kind of felt like a jerkass to be only to write like two sentences, at most, for you all to respond to. Forgive?
[His parents had been unsure what to do for him -- unsure what to do to comfort themselves. They had stayed by his side, but felt that he should see someone else to lighten his spirits. His mood fluctuated from being depressed to irrationally angry. More than once he lashed out at them verbally. Enough to make them leave the room. They believed they understood why he was acting like this, but... even Yosuke was not sure why he was becoming more and more verbally abusive towards those that he cared about, those that he wanted to stay with him. He didn't want to be alone now.]
But ... I don't want them to see me like this.
[Even though his limbs had been reattached, he could barely move them, could barely feel anything. It was like it barely mattered if they were attached at all. There were occasional convulsions down his arms and legs that he could feel only when it tickled his surgical scars, but other than that, he could only watch them with some mixture of disturbed fascination.]
... I don't ...
[Not even able to finish that sentence, he turned his head away and waited for his first visitor. How was this supposed to cheer him up, anyway?]