Post by Kyousuke on Oct 21, 2007 3:17:24 GMT 1
Pain. It ebbed through his whole body. Taking odd paths up and down nerves that had not been struck directly. Around him things were loud, unnaturally so. To his left he could hear a, gruff, female voice barking and snapping orders. To his right plastic and glass were bouncing each other. Underneath was a dull roar- accompanied by a shrill hiss. His best guess is that it was raining and in an ambulance. Maybe it was raining too.
“… On the right,” the woman’s voice grated against his ears, to his left. “And just jab him with it, we just got confirmation.” There was a dull voice to his right, but everything from that side was being muffled by something warm. “Does he need it?” A much smaller voice asked from outside his immediate left. “Have you looked under his bandages recently!” The woman’s question was obviously rhetorical, giving a clear view of the situation. However the voice also dulled his hearing with its volume as his perceptions faded.
The sounds around him refused to give themselves shapes. Hiding in the shadows. Denying him heat with their presence. Sharp jabs in either arm, followed by a burning pressure. While the dull roar grew more and more distant the hissing had not left. Instead it sounded more like electronic static. And within his own little world of shadows, pain, and sound, Kyousuke became frightfully aware of just how fragile he really was.
“Mr. Nijo, you can’t see your…” The nurse looked down at his family list for Kyousuke Nijo, and found that the man in front of him matched his original guess. “Grandson. He is still in an unsteady condition. Once he is placed in a bed you will be shown to his room by a medical staff member,” the nurse impatiently motioned with his hand to the waiting area off to his right. “Please wait patiently.”
Under his breath ‘Mr. Nijo’ muttered a swear, and impatiently walked to the waiting room, where Yumiko was sitting with her legs tucked under her, and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “We have to wait,” he mumbled none too reassuringly to gain her attention. Which was previously stuck quite firmly to the wall. “But they didn’t say there was anything to be worried about.”
Yumiko was looking up at the elder; her eyes seemingly sunken back in her worry, and under her eyes were puffy from crying a few minutes earlier. “I don’t…” she picked her words carefully through a short pause, her eyes dropping away to hide from scrutiny. “Believe that.” The elder walked purposefully away from her and planted himself heavily in an uncomfortable chair just across from her. Offering no comfort.
It was a full eight hours until Kyousuke was properly attended too fully. Over one hundred stitches to close the smaller gashes and tears on skin level; mostly on his supper shoulders. However at the shoulder blades needed ‘clamps’ to keep the skin together, no chance of hiding the scars. They would be large, and were the reason he was still laying on his stomach. The rest of his stitches were on his head, although they were minor, when compared to his shoulder and shoulder blades.
Kyousuke still had no orientation. His head was resting on a pillow, and he cursed the fact that he had no source of comfort, no matter where he tried to move himself. Yumiko was his first visitor, or so he guessed by the nearly silent footsteps, followed by the outraged cries of nurses. “You can’t go in there yet!” Was heard moments before a firm slams. The sound, hopefully, meant that Yumiko was inside and not being reprimanded outside.
“… Kyousuke?” The sound came so quietly that he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t merely a drug-educed hallucination. “Kyousuke!” She ecstatically whispered, raising her voice as loud as she dared. Although he didn’t know why, she probably locked the door. Assuming hospital rooms had locks. “You don’t need to whisper, they know you’re here. Unless you paid someone as a distraction.” The fact he heard no answer probably meant he had unintentionally chastised her for childish behavior.
“I was just worried.” The voice, still small, but no longer a whisper sounded from his right. He didn’t dare turn his head. Not for pain, but because if he had no idea what his eyes would portray at this moment. He would test it on his grandfather first. “I know. I’m…” Well, he wasn’t fine. Could he tell that lie? Yes, but it would be best to avoid it. “In a bit of pain, but you can sit down over here if you don’t touch my back- I think.”
He really wasn’t sure. But if American doctors were worth a shit they would have him on enough painkillers that he wouldn’t pass out if she touched the wrong place. Hopefully. “Son of a bitch!” Maybe not quite enough pain medication yet. Yumiko yelped at the sudden outburst and fell back on her rear. Although, Kyousuke was no longer sure it was him that yelled it. He hurt, a sudden jolt of pain, but it was because he tensed. Only two people used the tone employed.
“A wonderful thing to call your granddaughter.” Kyousuke bit out bitterly, and purposefully laced venom into his next words. “Get out.” He could tell his grandfather’s shock, or maybe just rage, by the fact he was perfectly silent after that point. Yumiko, probably crouching behind his bed, was breathing loudly. “Who are you to order your grandfather about?” The voice, graveled and grated by age, reverberated around the room strongly. “Not really. I’m just saying what they’re about too.”
The door swung open loudly, both by the high-pitched squeak, followed by the sudden stop that drowned out any retort as it struck the wall. “Everyone who isn’t bleeding,” The voice was very deep and bristled. The voice probably belonged to a male nurse, or maybe a doctor. “Get out!” Now there was nothing left for Kyousuke’s grandfather to say. He heard heavy footsteps go out of the room and fade away. “Young lady, are you bleeding.” The voice was accusing. Kyousuke decided Yumiko needed to play hide and seek more often.
“She is going to stay. “ He could feel eyes on him instinctively. Or maybe it was just a trick of the mind. “Patient’s orders.” He added in a condescending tone. Despite the tone employed footsteps rose and faded, and the incurve of his bed had not left. Which meant Yumiko was aloud to stay. “Kyousuke, you were rude.” An amused huff, followed by an expression-tearing wince, followed her statement. “Sometimes that’s the only way to make Americans listen to you Yumiko.” While she chewed over his words he decided to quickly add; “But that doesn’t mean you can copy me.”
Yumiko pouted, although she knew why she was being told not to copy him. “Okay, I won’t.” She carefully pulled herself up from her hiding place to look down over Kyousuke. She could see the bandages over his shoulders, and on his head. But she still hadn’t placed the odd feeling of unexplained anxiety. “Do you intend to fidget this whole visit? I’ve been ‘told’ I need to remain relatively still.” Yumiko took the purposefully calm tone as a comfort and finally settled herself in next to him. From her sitting position she took a closer look at the bandages.
None of them were growing red yet, but they made his normally steadily broad shoulders look uneven. She tried to decide if it was: swelling, padding, or maybe a combination of both. It was impossible to tell, unless she could muster the courage to watch the, particularly grumpy nurse change Kyousuke’s bandages. Not likely. So instead she steered her thoughts in a different direction. One Kyousuke wouldn’t want to go into. “Why have you kept your eyes closed this whole time?” It was such an innocent question, or perhaps the natural one. In either case Kyousuke aloud a long silence of obvious reflection settle into the room; making Yumiko all the more nervous.
“I’ll talk to you about it later. I need to speak with grandfather about a few things first.” The dodge was obvious to Yumiko, but she let it be. She was respectful, when she wanted to be, of Kyousuke’s instructions and wishes. “Well don’t take too long,” she aloud a hint of mischief into her voice unintentionally. “Or I’ll just find out on my own.” Kyousuke managed a small huff of amusement, which sounded a shade bitter to his own ears. “After you get him,” he spoke a bit louder for her, as her footsteps were fading toward the direction he assumed the door to be. “Find me some tea. Don’t bother trying to find Japanese tea, they won’t have it.”
"What did the doctors have to say?" Kyousuke asked in a subdued tone, his head resting back on the rigid hospital pillow. His grandfather sounded like Kyousuke suspected he looked, angry. "These American doctors are worthless. It took them twenty hours to fix you up." Without even taking a breath he continued to rant. "Your cousin wouldn't shut up about you, your damned phone ringed at least twenty times, and I saw quite a few of the same student you came in with leave already."
Kyousuke frowned slightly. It's not that he was sad that his cousin had been worried, or that his people had been worried about him. Not even begrudging that his fellow Genaht members left. It was the reminder of him being a Genaht member. His brow knitted together as he fought the urge to spit the bitter taste from his mouth, only because he might have hit his Grandfather. And Kyousuke angered him enough for one day.
"Is it permanent?" There was a long, long pause, before his grandfather hesitantly spoke. "They say there is a person who can help," Another pause broke, and much to Kyousuke's dismay, it didn't turn into good news. "But the specialist is in Kyoto. It will be a full year before he will see you, and by then it will be too late." Kyousuke shot forward in bed, his hands clenched into fists. "I want to think. Find Yumiko for me, please, she was looking for tea."
His Grandfather quietly walked out of the room quietly, leaving Kyousuke to contemplate. He would no longer be able to look at Genaht without feeling bitter. The irony of the thought did not escape him. School in Hircine was out of the question. He had heard nothing a bout teaching for the blind. Not to mention the fact he could quite easily be trampled underfoot. It left him with very few alternatives to the reality that he would be facing.
Well, I can still sue the Watchers. Kyousuke that with a dry huff of amusement. There was only a few things left to consider. And the first would be recovering from the vicious wounds to his shoulders. Which seemed to be more than slightly convenient. They spent... well he didn't have a watch. But it felt like at least fifteen minutes of constantly being beaten. And yet, he survived. Was that thanks to them, or thanks to his own muscles protecting him? "Kch, probably just got the tired one that one of the others knocked to the ground."
Yumiko came quitely into the room a few moments before, looking shyly at the very angry version of Kyousuke. It was not something she saw often, he was normally very patient and kind with her. And having listened in on the conversation between the two a few minutes before made her all the more uncomfortable. "One of the paramedics had to tell Grandpa what happened. They held off when they finally noticed the blood. They didn't care, they just wanted to protect themselves."
Kyousuke smiled a bit, it answered a bit. Assuming they told both the paramedics and his grandfather the truth. Unlikely, but plausible. "Thank you, Yumi. Did you find tea?" He heard her shoes squeak. Which meant she was shifting uneasily on her toes. "I didn't think you would, I just needed to talk to grandfather." Kyousuke heard a huff, and quickly assumed it meant he insulted her. Although if that was the case, it didn't show.
Yumiko walked forward, and much to Kyousuke's surprise, curled up on his side. Which only hurt a good bit. Meaning, he held back from wincing just to give her a form of comfort. His hard fisted grandfather likely didn't even attempt to do so. "Yumi, if you know where it is, make some calls on my cellphone for me. I need to talk to a few... friends of mine."
“… On the right,” the woman’s voice grated against his ears, to his left. “And just jab him with it, we just got confirmation.” There was a dull voice to his right, but everything from that side was being muffled by something warm. “Does he need it?” A much smaller voice asked from outside his immediate left. “Have you looked under his bandages recently!” The woman’s question was obviously rhetorical, giving a clear view of the situation. However the voice also dulled his hearing with its volume as his perceptions faded.
The sounds around him refused to give themselves shapes. Hiding in the shadows. Denying him heat with their presence. Sharp jabs in either arm, followed by a burning pressure. While the dull roar grew more and more distant the hissing had not left. Instead it sounded more like electronic static. And within his own little world of shadows, pain, and sound, Kyousuke became frightfully aware of just how fragile he really was.
“Mr. Nijo, you can’t see your…” The nurse looked down at his family list for Kyousuke Nijo, and found that the man in front of him matched his original guess. “Grandson. He is still in an unsteady condition. Once he is placed in a bed you will be shown to his room by a medical staff member,” the nurse impatiently motioned with his hand to the waiting area off to his right. “Please wait patiently.”
Under his breath ‘Mr. Nijo’ muttered a swear, and impatiently walked to the waiting room, where Yumiko was sitting with her legs tucked under her, and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “We have to wait,” he mumbled none too reassuringly to gain her attention. Which was previously stuck quite firmly to the wall. “But they didn’t say there was anything to be worried about.”
Yumiko was looking up at the elder; her eyes seemingly sunken back in her worry, and under her eyes were puffy from crying a few minutes earlier. “I don’t…” she picked her words carefully through a short pause, her eyes dropping away to hide from scrutiny. “Believe that.” The elder walked purposefully away from her and planted himself heavily in an uncomfortable chair just across from her. Offering no comfort.
It was a full eight hours until Kyousuke was properly attended too fully. Over one hundred stitches to close the smaller gashes and tears on skin level; mostly on his supper shoulders. However at the shoulder blades needed ‘clamps’ to keep the skin together, no chance of hiding the scars. They would be large, and were the reason he was still laying on his stomach. The rest of his stitches were on his head, although they were minor, when compared to his shoulder and shoulder blades.
Kyousuke still had no orientation. His head was resting on a pillow, and he cursed the fact that he had no source of comfort, no matter where he tried to move himself. Yumiko was his first visitor, or so he guessed by the nearly silent footsteps, followed by the outraged cries of nurses. “You can’t go in there yet!” Was heard moments before a firm slams. The sound, hopefully, meant that Yumiko was inside and not being reprimanded outside.
“… Kyousuke?” The sound came so quietly that he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t merely a drug-educed hallucination. “Kyousuke!” She ecstatically whispered, raising her voice as loud as she dared. Although he didn’t know why, she probably locked the door. Assuming hospital rooms had locks. “You don’t need to whisper, they know you’re here. Unless you paid someone as a distraction.” The fact he heard no answer probably meant he had unintentionally chastised her for childish behavior.
“I was just worried.” The voice, still small, but no longer a whisper sounded from his right. He didn’t dare turn his head. Not for pain, but because if he had no idea what his eyes would portray at this moment. He would test it on his grandfather first. “I know. I’m…” Well, he wasn’t fine. Could he tell that lie? Yes, but it would be best to avoid it. “In a bit of pain, but you can sit down over here if you don’t touch my back- I think.”
He really wasn’t sure. But if American doctors were worth a shit they would have him on enough painkillers that he wouldn’t pass out if she touched the wrong place. Hopefully. “Son of a bitch!” Maybe not quite enough pain medication yet. Yumiko yelped at the sudden outburst and fell back on her rear. Although, Kyousuke was no longer sure it was him that yelled it. He hurt, a sudden jolt of pain, but it was because he tensed. Only two people used the tone employed.
“A wonderful thing to call your granddaughter.” Kyousuke bit out bitterly, and purposefully laced venom into his next words. “Get out.” He could tell his grandfather’s shock, or maybe just rage, by the fact he was perfectly silent after that point. Yumiko, probably crouching behind his bed, was breathing loudly. “Who are you to order your grandfather about?” The voice, graveled and grated by age, reverberated around the room strongly. “Not really. I’m just saying what they’re about too.”
The door swung open loudly, both by the high-pitched squeak, followed by the sudden stop that drowned out any retort as it struck the wall. “Everyone who isn’t bleeding,” The voice was very deep and bristled. The voice probably belonged to a male nurse, or maybe a doctor. “Get out!” Now there was nothing left for Kyousuke’s grandfather to say. He heard heavy footsteps go out of the room and fade away. “Young lady, are you bleeding.” The voice was accusing. Kyousuke decided Yumiko needed to play hide and seek more often.
“She is going to stay. “ He could feel eyes on him instinctively. Or maybe it was just a trick of the mind. “Patient’s orders.” He added in a condescending tone. Despite the tone employed footsteps rose and faded, and the incurve of his bed had not left. Which meant Yumiko was aloud to stay. “Kyousuke, you were rude.” An amused huff, followed by an expression-tearing wince, followed her statement. “Sometimes that’s the only way to make Americans listen to you Yumiko.” While she chewed over his words he decided to quickly add; “But that doesn’t mean you can copy me.”
Yumiko pouted, although she knew why she was being told not to copy him. “Okay, I won’t.” She carefully pulled herself up from her hiding place to look down over Kyousuke. She could see the bandages over his shoulders, and on his head. But she still hadn’t placed the odd feeling of unexplained anxiety. “Do you intend to fidget this whole visit? I’ve been ‘told’ I need to remain relatively still.” Yumiko took the purposefully calm tone as a comfort and finally settled herself in next to him. From her sitting position she took a closer look at the bandages.
None of them were growing red yet, but they made his normally steadily broad shoulders look uneven. She tried to decide if it was: swelling, padding, or maybe a combination of both. It was impossible to tell, unless she could muster the courage to watch the, particularly grumpy nurse change Kyousuke’s bandages. Not likely. So instead she steered her thoughts in a different direction. One Kyousuke wouldn’t want to go into. “Why have you kept your eyes closed this whole time?” It was such an innocent question, or perhaps the natural one. In either case Kyousuke aloud a long silence of obvious reflection settle into the room; making Yumiko all the more nervous.
“I’ll talk to you about it later. I need to speak with grandfather about a few things first.” The dodge was obvious to Yumiko, but she let it be. She was respectful, when she wanted to be, of Kyousuke’s instructions and wishes. “Well don’t take too long,” she aloud a hint of mischief into her voice unintentionally. “Or I’ll just find out on my own.” Kyousuke managed a small huff of amusement, which sounded a shade bitter to his own ears. “After you get him,” he spoke a bit louder for her, as her footsteps were fading toward the direction he assumed the door to be. “Find me some tea. Don’t bother trying to find Japanese tea, they won’t have it.”
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"What did the doctors have to say?" Kyousuke asked in a subdued tone, his head resting back on the rigid hospital pillow. His grandfather sounded like Kyousuke suspected he looked, angry. "These American doctors are worthless. It took them twenty hours to fix you up." Without even taking a breath he continued to rant. "Your cousin wouldn't shut up about you, your damned phone ringed at least twenty times, and I saw quite a few of the same student you came in with leave already."
Kyousuke frowned slightly. It's not that he was sad that his cousin had been worried, or that his people had been worried about him. Not even begrudging that his fellow Genaht members left. It was the reminder of him being a Genaht member. His brow knitted together as he fought the urge to spit the bitter taste from his mouth, only because he might have hit his Grandfather. And Kyousuke angered him enough for one day.
"Is it permanent?" There was a long, long pause, before his grandfather hesitantly spoke. "They say there is a person who can help," Another pause broke, and much to Kyousuke's dismay, it didn't turn into good news. "But the specialist is in Kyoto. It will be a full year before he will see you, and by then it will be too late." Kyousuke shot forward in bed, his hands clenched into fists. "I want to think. Find Yumiko for me, please, she was looking for tea."
His Grandfather quietly walked out of the room quietly, leaving Kyousuke to contemplate. He would no longer be able to look at Genaht without feeling bitter. The irony of the thought did not escape him. School in Hircine was out of the question. He had heard nothing a bout teaching for the blind. Not to mention the fact he could quite easily be trampled underfoot. It left him with very few alternatives to the reality that he would be facing.
Well, I can still sue the Watchers. Kyousuke that with a dry huff of amusement. There was only a few things left to consider. And the first would be recovering from the vicious wounds to his shoulders. Which seemed to be more than slightly convenient. They spent... well he didn't have a watch. But it felt like at least fifteen minutes of constantly being beaten. And yet, he survived. Was that thanks to them, or thanks to his own muscles protecting him? "Kch, probably just got the tired one that one of the others knocked to the ground."
Yumiko came quitely into the room a few moments before, looking shyly at the very angry version of Kyousuke. It was not something she saw often, he was normally very patient and kind with her. And having listened in on the conversation between the two a few minutes before made her all the more uncomfortable. "One of the paramedics had to tell Grandpa what happened. They held off when they finally noticed the blood. They didn't care, they just wanted to protect themselves."
Kyousuke smiled a bit, it answered a bit. Assuming they told both the paramedics and his grandfather the truth. Unlikely, but plausible. "Thank you, Yumi. Did you find tea?" He heard her shoes squeak. Which meant she was shifting uneasily on her toes. "I didn't think you would, I just needed to talk to grandfather." Kyousuke heard a huff, and quickly assumed it meant he insulted her. Although if that was the case, it didn't show.
Yumiko walked forward, and much to Kyousuke's surprise, curled up on his side. Which only hurt a good bit. Meaning, he held back from wincing just to give her a form of comfort. His hard fisted grandfather likely didn't even attempt to do so. "Yumi, if you know where it is, make some calls on my cellphone for me. I need to talk to a few... friends of mine."
