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thebastion2013-12-09 09:13 pm
hortulan) wrote in thebastion2013-12-09 09:13 pm
Entry tags:
day 136 | open
Who: Night & YOU
Open: Open 4 all
When: Day 136
Where: The hospital
What: After a week of being back and being stuck in the hospital Night is itching to get out.
Format: Action or prose I'll follow.
Warnings: Talk of past wounds, maybe foul language.
[One week into staying in the B wing of the hospital, along with her own naturally heightened healing, Night was nearly finished healing from her mishap with an anklegator on the Skyway almost three weeks ago. While she did brush past death the idea of actually dying had never really crossed her mind seriously. Maybe it was because of her handy healing that kept her from worrying too much about superficial wounds or maybe the thought of dying wasn't scary to her.
That all aside, she was fine now. Standing in front of the mirror provided in her hospital room she hikes her shirt up to examine the dark colored scar that now took over her left side, cutting off just below her hospital-issued pajama pants and stopping just under her left breast. She runs her hand over the toughened skin and frowns at the difference in texture between it and her unmarred skin. Being a demon exorcist the small and large scars exorcists received from missions never lasted long on her thanks to lightning quick healing and the lack of severity of those wounds. The gravity of the wound she was given on the Skyway could be seen in the scale of the scar that took over a good portion of her abdomen.
She lets the shirt drop, the fabric brushing over the black fur of her tail. Usually she kept her tail hidden away from view, but keeping it wrapped around her stomach irritated her wound when it was still healing so for now she let it hang out behind her. Giving herself another glance in the mirror she turns away, only a very slight limp in her walk thanks to soreness, and leaves the room. On her way out she grabs the sheathed sword resting against a chair, shouldering its strap carefully.
Fresh air would help her feel better surely.]
Open: Open 4 all
When: Day 136
Where: The hospital
What: After a week of being back and being stuck in the hospital Night is itching to get out.
Format: Action or prose I'll follow.
Warnings: Talk of past wounds, maybe foul language.
[One week into staying in the B wing of the hospital, along with her own naturally heightened healing, Night was nearly finished healing from her mishap with an anklegator on the Skyway almost three weeks ago. While she did brush past death the idea of actually dying had never really crossed her mind seriously. Maybe it was because of her handy healing that kept her from worrying too much about superficial wounds or maybe the thought of dying wasn't scary to her.
That all aside, she was fine now. Standing in front of the mirror provided in her hospital room she hikes her shirt up to examine the dark colored scar that now took over her left side, cutting off just below her hospital-issued pajama pants and stopping just under her left breast. She runs her hand over the toughened skin and frowns at the difference in texture between it and her unmarred skin. Being a demon exorcist the small and large scars exorcists received from missions never lasted long on her thanks to lightning quick healing and the lack of severity of those wounds. The gravity of the wound she was given on the Skyway could be seen in the scale of the scar that took over a good portion of her abdomen.
She lets the shirt drop, the fabric brushing over the black fur of her tail. Usually she kept her tail hidden away from view, but keeping it wrapped around her stomach irritated her wound when it was still healing so for now she let it hang out behind her. Giving herself another glance in the mirror she turns away, only a very slight limp in her walk thanks to soreness, and leaves the room. On her way out she grabs the sheathed sword resting against a chair, shouldering its strap carefully.
Fresh air would help her feel better surely.]
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His eyes looked sunken into the bags that had formed beneath them as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes to look at his friend; as was usual, he had passed out where he sat only a few hours ago, but his concern far outweighed any exhaustion he felt.]
N-night? Are...what's wrong, is something wrong?
[He stood, his fists clenching as he looked around wearily...yes the Bastion was a safe haven, but just because trouble hadn't surfaced didn't mean it couldn't and the sight of Night with a sword put him horribly on edge.]
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[Proof that she still wasn't completely on her game yet (the overwhelming scent of the hospital not doing her much good either) was that she didn't even notice Ippo sitting outside her door like that until she heard him move. She remembered him coming and staying throughout the week, although his striking determination to stay by her side had her worry for his own health rather than her own.
After all he was still only human.
She smiles at him, pushing back some locks of hair from her face as she turns back to him.]
No, no! Everything's fine I just wanted to go outside for a bit... How long have you been sitting out here?
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[He let his shoulders fall, but he was still visibly tense and his eyes made a habit of constantly scanning the hallway; it was like he was looking for something, anything that might suddenly pop out.]
Me? I've been here since...when you went to sleep.
[He didn't seem all the concerned about it, even though that had been at least 8 hours ago, if not more.]
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His answer does a good job of wiping that smile away pretty quickly. She crosses her arms over her chest, ignoring her sore muscles whining.]
What?! Ippo, go home to your bed! You'll get sick if you keep pushing yourself like this! [Stomping over she reaches out to grab his wrist to tug him along with her.] I'll even walk you back.
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[The sudden change in tone confused the young man; he wasn't sure why he was being pulled by the wrist, but what was certain was that the movement was too quick for him. All at once it felt like his world had been flung on its head and with Night attached or not, he hit the floor like a sack of bricks. His forehead felt like it was on fire and such a wave of nausea was over him that he couldn't muster the will to open his eyes, let alone speak. Maybe he'd overdone things just a tiny bit?]
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D'ya really need your sword for a walk around the Bastion?
[Her voice would come from behind Night, Rin back there with a cart currently stacked with some dirty trays and one covered one.]
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I was going to go wash off the... Well I never got a chance to clean it after I got back and I feel like now is a great time to do it, so...
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[She's not being terribly judgmental, though. She hated being stuck in that place, too.]
Wanna go to the onsen? I can go with you.
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That... sounds really nice, actually.
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Are you gonna need a hand over there or can you make it yourself?
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I knew it... You made yourself sick! [She frowns down at him, setting her sword against the wall as she bends down to help him back up. Her side whines in pain from disuse, but she ignores it as she helps Ippo to her hospital bed. For such a small girl she didn't seem to have any issue carrying someone of Ippo's size and weight to the bed.]
I told you this was going to happen...