infinite_reflection | Hospital Blues

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Hospital Blues

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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"Yeah, heh... at least I'm not dead." Getting comfortable again, she looked back up at the ceiling. The presence of a friend relaxed her a bit. "Yeah she's okay... I mean I think she is."

It was odd, putting her life at risk like this. What else did she expect, though? Peering at him from the corner of her eye, she smiled. "Did you get that from the freezer on the left? Keeps 'em colder."

Greg looked down to the soda in his hands, blinking at the question. "Uhhh... I don't know. I think so? I'll remember that, though." He still had one in his bookbag, and it was unopened... The boy pulled it out and offered it over, just in case Seiya wanted it. He was pretty sure they didn't insist on a certain diet for cuts and other similar wounds, at least.

Funnily enough, despite saying he was coming home from school, Gregory definitely wasn't in his uniform. He wasn't even in anything it looked like he'd normally wear: A faux-leather jacket with a fuzzy in-lining, a very green shirt, and a pair of pretty beat-up denim jeans. Actually, she might've seen this same jacket on a teacher at some point! Everything was a little too big for him, too. The truth, of course, was that his uniform was covered in goddamned blood and he'd been given this by teachers and the nice detectives.

"So, uh, something happened at school today. I've got pictures to show you."

Adjusting the bed so that she could sit up, Seiya graciously accepted the soda. "Thanks, I owe you one." Popping the tab, she took a slow sip, savoring it.

Finally taking him in, she realized his clothing was a bit off. In fact, very off. At the mention of something going down, her stomach flipped and her chest grew heavy. "What happened? Your clothes... are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"Who, me? Oh, no, I'm good." Good-ish. Better than Hikari, at least. "There was, uh... Jeez. I don't know how to, like..." Greg took a deep breath and then just spat it out. "I walked into the girl's bathroom on accident, and there was a dead girl in there. Hikari Endo, she was in my class, she's the one who pushed the teacher off of the building and everything..!" Oh, no, that didn't explain the clothes. "I got blood on me. That's why the... Yeah." He gestured a little aimlessly, then tugged at one of the jacket's lapels.

Yeah, that meant he'd seen a dead body just a few hours ago. Well! "I took pictures-- Not of the body, I'm not, uh, not weird. She wrote stuff down, like, with her blood. It sounded important, and it's about the mirror world, I think. Do you... Want to see?"

Her brow furrowed, concern written all over her face. "You what? [Oh my GOD.]" Seiya shifted uncomfortably. How did it even-- Wait, he mentioned the mirror world. "Huh? Yes, show me."

Leaning over towards him, she took another comforting swig from the soda. It was all too much. That'd could've been her.

Greg hadn't been able to tell Miho the other day, but it came a little easier now. Probably because Seiya wasn't as likely to know this girl! He leaned sideways when she leaned in and held up his phone to bring up the pictures. She'd see a whole lot of apps, mostly games, on that thing. "So it's, uhh-- I think I shouldn't have these, by the way. So don't tell anyone..." Not that he thought she would.

Greg had taken pictures of each of the bloody scrawls, and his cell phone thankfully had a decent camera quality to it. They weren't exactly crystal clear, but certainly readable!

Picture #1:
mirror, mirror, on the Wall,
push them down
and wAtch them fall

Picture #2:
i'm sorry Kiyomi

Picture #3:
rEflections

Picture #4:
yoUr shadow

Picture #5:
Please don't go

"It, uhm... It's obviously got something to do with the mirrors. And... The bigger letters, the capital ones, they spell 'wake up'. That's all I've got so far..." Smart boy!

Seiya looked impressed at his deduction. "[Good boy Watson!]" She patted his shoulder, studying the images intently.

"I agree, it's definitely related to what we've encountered..." Seiya lingered a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. "I'll have to go back in." Sliding off the edge of the hospital bed, she groaned, leaning on the IV for support. "Gotta stop it from... unnnnngh... happening again..." Panic tinged her words. She absolutely needed to sit back down, but for the moment, her thoughts were clouded.

He chuckled faintly at the English, it was out of character but then he hardly felt 100% right then. "Yeah. There's probably more to it-- Uh, what? You don't mean..." Seiya did, because she was trying to get up. "Hey, no, what? You can't go now." Greg set a hand on the girl's shoulder to keep her from getting up and gave her a look like 'sit back or I'ma make you'.

"It's not like there's any rush. No one else has, uh... Pushed any teachers off of buildings. I haven't seen anyone else acting weird, either." Nevermind that he had a period from when he entered the bathroom until he found the body that was a little blurry. Gregory had his suspicions on what might've happened, but he really didn't need to worry poor Seiya any more than she already was. "You gotta rest..!"

"I have to go now--" Seiya began to tear up as he put his hand on her shoulder. Obediently leaning back, she hid her face against her forearm, embarrassed.

Seiya absolutely hated crying in front of people, yet here she was. Unable to control it, she just let it happen.

"I can't rest, I have to... hic.. I have to go!" It was less off a yell and more of a pouty protest.

At that moment, Ren stopped at the doorframe, holding a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and leaning on a cane with the other - her injured ankle was now clad in a fancy brace that conveniently managed to fit inside her shoe. Her thick eyebrows rose as she saw Seiya up and crying and a guy she didn't know. "Uh... did I come in at a bad time?"

Greg jumped a bit with the sudden voice from across the room; he hadn't really expected it. He hadn't really expected Seiya to cry, either, so that just added to the mix. "Uhhhh..." He started a little dumbfounded at the newcomer, and then shook his head. "No, it's... We're good. I'm good, anyway." Considerate he was not, apparently. "Seiya-san's just getting ahead of herself."

After taking a sip of his soda he turned his attention away from the girl on the bed, hoping that'd help her calm down just a bit... She seemed embarrassed to be crying in the first place. "I'm Gregory Harman, uh... Are you a friend of hers?"

Noticing Ren enter the room, Seiya rolled to her side, pulling the thin sheet over her head. Sniffling, she turned red. Now two friends had seen her cry.

"I-I'm fine."

Aww. Ren hobbled in, leaning on her cane, and placed the bouquet on the bedside table for the time being. "Oh, you must be that transfer student senpai and Mippon mentioned!" Leaning her weight on her cane, she extended her free hand to him. "Ren Miura. Yaya-senpai here helped me out the other day."

Ren looked down at Seiya and leaned down with a bit of a chuckle, reaching under the covers just far enough to pat her head. "It's okay, senpai, I got you flowers~"

"Oh... Huh." The dots connected in Greg's head, though it was more of an assumption... That meant he still wasn't going to mention any mirror worlds or deadly shadows around Ren just yet. Still, he was pretty sure! "Right. Ren..." Ugh, he always struggled with the honorifics. ".. -san? Ren-san... Uh, I think." It was usually -san, so he should probably just default to that.

Anyway, he shouldn't worry about that too damned much. "You don't look, uh... Quite as bad as her, huh? You both got hurt, right? If you are who I think you are, heh."

Peering up through the sheets, she frowned. "Flowers? Really? Miura-chan you didn't have to!" This produced a whole new level of tears, though they were happy ones. She sat up, accepting that there was no changing what they'd already seen.

"G-kun," she sniffled, "this is the girl who was with me."

Ren snickered at Seiya's cute reaction. "Yeah, I just sprained my ankle and got a few scratches and bruises and all." She threw a look around to make sure there wasn't anyone to listen in on their conversation, and lowered her voice a little. "It's thanks to senpai I'm not in a hospital bed, too, really. Speaking of which..."

She turned slightly to face Seiya, placing both hands on her cane as she bowed her head. "Thank you for helping me, Yaya-senpai."

Oh! So she knew, okay. Greg breathed a sigh of relief, at that. "Right... She'll probably want to see the pictures, too, then? I mean, uh... It'd make sense." He'd already fetched his phone and was sorting through it while they exchanged thank-yous or whatever. "Did she get, uh... Y'know. Something like yours?" A query for Seiya, there.

As Ren bowed, Seiya bowed back, a bi t flustered. "Don't worry about it, really!"

She turned to Greg, nodding, "Oh, yes. She should see them." Seiya hugged her knees, resting her chin on her knees. "Persona." The word slipped out without much thought. "Yes, she got a Persona too."

Ren straightened up with a nod. "Yeah. I got pulled inside the mirror and had to confront my Shadow. I guess when I accepted it, it turned into a Persona...? I think I saw those terms in a psychology textbook before." She shrugged, not remembering the author's name at all. Something German, maybe.

She wondered what the pictures were about, but she moved on. "I tried to go to the bathroom where I was pulled in just to check up on it, but it was sealed off..." her expression got a little grim. "Endo from class 2-F was found dead."

"Yeah, I know, I was there." An odd thing to say, but he'd pulled up the pictures and hoped that would explain it. Greg moved next to Ren and showed her the first: A message scrawled in blood across one of the stall doors. He flipped through them quickly, knowing she'd probably not like to see these for very long, just so she could get the gist of it. "She wrote about mirrors, and uh... There's another message in there, it just says 'wake up'."

Not wanting to linger on that for very long, once she'd caught a glimpse of all five he returned to his seat. "It doesn't bode well. Uh, that's what I'm saying."

"We have to go back inside and figure out why this happened." Seiya took another swig of her drink, wiggling her toes with an antsy sway. "Or at least do something."

Unable to just stand idly by, Seiya pouted a bit. "Maybe you two could be my eyes and ears on the battlefield, so to speak."

Ren's lips formed a thin line when she looked at the pictures. "Looks like a suicide note to me." And with the mention of shadows and reflections? That was definitely fishy. "Wake up, huh..."

She rubbed her chin in thought, trying to alleviate a bit of weight on her good leg. "Sure, but what I'm wondering is... would everyone - and I mean a general 'everyone' here - have to go through what I did to get a Persona? Doesn't really sound like a fun trip, but it sounds like it's what we need if we want to have a fighting chance against... whatever it is we're up against." Assuming there was a singular entity behind all of it, anyway.

Greg took a seat and then gave the girl on the bed another scolding look. "I don't think Ren-san here is in, uh.. Any condition to wander back into a mirror, either. You both need to recover." He lifted the phone to get absorbed in that again, though paid ample attention to the conversation outside... As well as Ren's question. He was a little curious, to be honest.

"What, uh... What did you have to go through, exactly? Seiya-san was stuck inside of an elevator, so I couldn't see her when she got hers..."

Seiya frowned at Greg's glance, folding her arms. "I'm not gonna get out of bed, okay?" Smiling a bit, she appreciated the good lookin out.

"I guess everyone would... have to face it, you know?" Scrunching her nose, she glanced at Ren. "If you're uncomfortable recalling it, I can tell him."

She gave a dismissive wave of the hand. "It's fine. I accepted it, didn't I?" Ren pulled up a chair for herself to get some pressure off her feet, leaning both hands on her cane. "So... a Shadow. I think that's what called me to the mirror and pulled me inside. It's like... an embodiment of your repressed feelings, maybe?" She leaned her chin on her hands. That was more psychological than she was used to talk about. "It looked and sounded just like me... only really showing those nasty feelings I've been sweeping under the rug for a while. It was kind of like an anti-me. And well, uh, I got pissed and denied that it was a part of me, and I guess it turned into a monster? And that was when the whole fighting thing happened, until I took a hint and just... accepted it. Accepted that it was a part of me I've been hiding." She paused, musing on the subject a little. "And when I did that, I guess it became a Persona. So I guess it was kind of a personal trial I had to face? I suppose... everyone has a bit of a dark side to'em.

"Well, uh, I just hope not everyone has to go through the same thing if it includes getting beaten around by a monster."

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