Post by Taka Yasashi on Jan 12, 2020 16:07:49 GMT -4
Tick ... Tick ... Tick ... Tick ... Tick
Utter silence, an absence of everything, a void, darkness whirling around a singular point; the mind scrambling for air in the vastness of space. Something distant tickled the mind; drawing it up, a sensation? Something... warm... it tingled against the skin? Skin? What a strange word. What was skin? Who was out there, beyond the dark? The mind swam again, seeking something to grasp onto; it craved solid ground. A shape formed in that vast space, white, pale, hollow. The upper portion of a skull scowled down at the mind, blue eyes blazing an accusation at him. Who was he? He was the mind. The mind was a person, a boy, a man, a fighter, a warrior, a hero in training. The blue eyes flared brighter; burning with an intensity that would have hurt any other. He reached for the skull, trying to stop the blinding light from burning him away. He cried out, a plea, a prayer, a-
The sound of a clock ticking slowly in the otherwise silent room was the first thing that drew his attention. He was comfortable; if a bit sore, with a softness enveloping his waist and legs. He looked down and saw fresh white sheets. He looked down at his chest; old scars still there but they were covered mostly with bandages and various diodes to check his vital signs. Something tickled inside his throat and he gagged, reaching up and pulling out the feeding tube with a grunt and a moan. He coughed, wiping his nose and shuddering. Then he froze, looking at the tube. How long had he been out? He looked at his arms...no atrophy. But that didn't mean anything in this age of quirk users. He clenched his fists when a small voice came to him from across the room. He tensed and looked up; icy blue eyes wide with confusion and doubt.
"Three days," She said, she was blonde, a head shorter than him with an athetic build and the look of someone just a few years his senior. But he knew that pair of wild eyes and mane of uncontrollable hair anywhere. A heat burned behind his eyes as he clenched down on something small that was gripping his palm. He looked to his right and saw a small, black-haired girl asleep against the matress of his bed. Seiki. He looked up at the woman again, tears burning his skin. "It's good to have you back Little Hawk,"
"Mom," He managed, working his mouth strangely. He touched his jaw, it felt stiff but fresh.
"Whatever happened, you broke your jaw in a half dozen places, your quirk factor was a mess and all of your muscles were torn. The doctors barely put you back together. My quirk and yours did the rest;" She said softly, walking over and pressing her lips against his forhead. He could feel her tears. He shuddered and fell still, controlling the shame building up in his chest.
"I lost," He grunted, his head hanging. "I wasn't able to hold out long enough... that man, Diego, was he...?" He left the question hanging in the air. She shook her head and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it.
"We didn't see any bodies when we arrived though we did get a police report later about a man with the same name having been held up by quirkers. You saved his life and the Pro's arrived just a few minutes after you blacked out. You did good Yasashi, damn good," She whispered. Sitting down with him and giving her son a hug. He clenched his fist to his chest and curled over; releif burning through his entire body like hot metal in his veins. A pained sob shuddered out of his chest, he'd been so scared, so scared that he'd failed, so scared that man had died, it tore him up inside that he couldn't even feel his own desire for self preservation. What was wrong with him? Why was he so relieved? He was in the hospital! He buried his face in his mother's shoulder for a few more minutes while he excised his demons, clinging to her.
When he finally recovered she stood up and ruffled his short hair; "You've got visitors by the way, they've been waiting," She said, "So wipe those tears, savy?"
He looked up at her and broke into a big smile, his body feeling light as a feather; "Yes ma'am!"
She nodded and turned away, exiting the way she had come and stepping into the brightly lit hallway. She held a finger up to her lips and smiled with a small wink; the Pro Hero Aquitaine thumbed back at the door; "He's awake, go easy on him," She said to those gathered.
OOC: Simple open thread with people wishing to visit Yasashi in the hospital after his encounter with Sunaho.
|text text text||text text|