Hospital Blues

[seiyayamada]

After exiting the mirror world, it had been agreed that hospitalization would be the best option. Calling an ambulance, Seiya had been driven to the hospital in order to be examined and treated. Once stabilized, the nurses ceased fussing over her wounds. Great, a bandaged hand and a gouged side. Fighting in the mirror world would be the death of her if she continued to go in alone. Alone... Loneliness crept up on her as the blank walls seemed to close in. She wondered how anyone would know where she was. Her father didn't really bother keeping up with her, and her cell phone was back in her bag at the school. Staring at the ceiling, Seiya just listened to the hum of the machines.

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[americandiplomacy]

Yeah, it'd probably be forever... Unless something came up, at any rate. Bah! Greg wanted a persona for himself, but he really didn't want to go through a 'test' like that. There had to be some easy, lazy way, right? He was all for those. "Yeah, I'd like to know, too. Don't know how bad it is, uh, so..." For all he knew, she was missing a chunk of her or something! Her dad just said 'injured'. Now he felt like a shitty friend, whoops! Then again, the boy never made much of an effort to be a great one... Whatever.

"I'd offer to bring you notes, but uh... You're a grade above me, so."

[terminalshow]

“Velvet..?” Miho tilted her head and pushed her glasses up her nose. What was that? It sounded like some sort of night club or something. “Good, though! I’m glad. When you get out, I’ll take you for a big ramen dinner.” Ooh she was practically droolin’ at the very thought. “And then maybe cake.. Carrot cake.” Now she was getting all excited about dragging Seiya out of the hospital! “… You’re okay though, right? The mirror world..” That probably needed some discussion, huh?

[seiyayamada]

Seiya's stomach growled at the mention of food that actually had sustenance. Her face lit up further at the very thought of carrot cake. Unfortunately that all went to hell when the mirror world was brought up. "I'm okay. Miura-san should be healing up well, too." Twiddling her thumbs, Seiya let her gaze fall to her lap. "We'll have to go back, eventually."

[seiyayamada]

Seiya, touched by their concern, allowed a confident smile. "A few days, I think. They said it missed anything major. I'll just scar and be sore for a while."

As school was mentioned, she groaned, "I'm gonna be sooooo behiiind."

[homeruuun]

"Do you have any friends in your class you could get in contact with...?" Oh, right, that reminded her! Contacting! "Oh right- since I guess we'll be working together, it would help to have each other's contact info." She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and pushed a few buttons until she was on her 'add contact' page.

[terminalshow]

“You will? Why? But..” Well, it was obvious why. It was clearly causing things, probably bad things to happen. Still, Miho didn’t want to see her friends get hurt. “I’ll come too!” Even if she didn’t have the same power, she could do something. “I don’t want you or Ren-chan or anyone to get hurt. So I’ll go with you.”

[americandiplomacy]

"Oh..! Right, yeah, that makes sense. I'm always looking at my phone, so uh... I won't miss a call or a text." Greg gave his phone number to Ren and presumably received hers in return. He added her to his phone's contact list and then turned expectantly to Seiya... The boy was pretty sure she had one. Everyone had one, these days, and it seemed especially true around here. Of course, a surprising lack of students seemed to have a smartphone like him.

[seiyayamada]

"No way." Seiya shook her head, shooting down the idea instantly. "Miura-san and I have our personae. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you got hurt." She frowned. It was tough love, but hopefully Miho would understand.

[seiyayamada]

"Not really." Seiya shrugged, avoiding the rest of that subject on the topic of phones. Hers was back in her bag at school. Taking the provided paper and pen on her nightstand, she scribbled her number down. "Just write yours there and I'll put them in when I get my things." She smiled, offering the pad of paper to Ren first.

[terminalshow]

It had been a reply she expected, sure, but it still sucked to hear! Miho frowned, the expression on her face slowly working into a pout. “Are, are you sure? I could, there has to be something I can do to help. I don’t want you guys getting hurt and then I have to find out about it later..”

[homeruuun]

She nodded, typing Greg and then Seiya's numbers into her phone; what they didn't see was that she added them in under seemingly nondescriptive nicknames. Once that was done, she took the pad and wrote down her number in clear, slightly square characters.

"'Dunno what you could do about missed work, though, short on one of us walking into your class and asking someone..."

[seiyayamada]

"You can help us investigate what happened to that girl in the bathroom. Our outside support division!" Seiya smiled, eating a chocolate from the box. She held it out to Miho, offering her one as well. "What do you say?"

[terminalshow]

Oh! Outside support? That didn’t sound so bad. A hesitant smile tugged on the corners of Miho’s lips, and then lit up her face with the offering of chocolate. “S-sure, sure. That actually doesn’t sound too bad. I’ll help somehow, no matter what.” The second year selected a chocolate covered cherry and popped it into her mouth. But then she blinked mid chew, her brows furrowing together in confused.

“Wait, girl in the bathroom? Huh?” Had Gregory not informed her of that?

[americandiplomacy]

Greg jotted his number down on the pad when it was given and then added Seiya to his phone. His dad would be happy to hear that he was making friends here... Even if these only counted as 'friends' for the necessity of contact. Eh, whatever, it'd get the guy off of his back.

"I stick out enough already, uh, walking into a third year class seems like it'd go oddly." Or maybe that was just an American thing and he was being weird. Ehh, either way... "You'll be okay though, yeah? It's probably only a few days of work you're missing."