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asgardmeridiem2012-09-19 06:05 pm
suppressthedark) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-09-19 06:05 pm
And we smile, but never say too much; The moment always vanishing// [OPEN]
Who: Ichigo (suppressthedark)and YOU!
What: After his Hollow's little rampage, Ichigo finally wakes up and has to face what he's done.
When: Day 146.
Where: The hospital in Sigyn.
Rating: Uhhhh pg13?
[When he finally joined the rest of the living world, three days had slipped by. Three whole days and nights, laying silent and prone in the hospital room given to him, his body attempting to heal from the extremely traumatic ordeal it had been put through. The hollow hadn't given a damn about sleeping or eating, and the last fight that had made him stop...
...It had almost killed him, and he fears his life was bought with someone else's.
But for now, there's no one else in the room, at least no one he can see. Trying to turn his head only makes his still healing muscles complain, and when he lifts a hand (after accidentally trying to use the one with the ripped shoulder) to his neck, he can feel the new scar that's spread across his throat. No stitches, but then it hadn't needed it-it had been healed shut, anyway, but there was still tissue that needed to be regrown.
To that matter, he honestly would look like he'd been hit by a truck to anyone that actually saw him right now. That new scar at his neck, the blotchy purple bruising around his now mostly healed nose-and all over his back as well-the obvious stitches on his shoulder wound and the one near his neck, the wound running down all the way down and stopping just in front of his hips, and the myriad small wounds, cuts, and stabs he'd suffered. Add pale skin and large, heavy bags under his eyes to all of that, and you could say for certain that he feels as bad as he looks. Even worse, actually, since he was still weary to the bone and feeling no small amount of pain. But he doesn't feel like asking for anything to stop the pain, or even care that his body is going to be scarred up to all hell.
I deserve it, he thinks to himself.
Looking around the room, he can see some evidence of someone-or multiple someones-having been in his room at some point in time, although he'd be hard pressed to guess when. It's difficult even moving his eyes around in his head, and he'd really like nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape all of this, especially the guilt that's practically choking him, but it doesn't seem like he'll be able to go back to sleep so easily for a while. So-what else can he do?-he decides to just wait, closing his eyes with a sigh before opening them again miserably.
Patience never was his strong point.]
suppressthedark)and YOU!What: After his Hollow's little rampage, Ichigo finally wakes up and has to face what he's done.
When: Day 146.
Where: The hospital in Sigyn.
Rating: Uhhhh pg13?
[When he finally joined the rest of the living world, three days had slipped by. Three whole days and nights, laying silent and prone in the hospital room given to him, his body attempting to heal from the extremely traumatic ordeal it had been put through. The hollow hadn't given a damn about sleeping or eating, and the last fight that had made him stop...
...It had almost killed him, and he fears his life was bought with someone else's.
But for now, there's no one else in the room, at least no one he can see. Trying to turn his head only makes his still healing muscles complain, and when he lifts a hand (after accidentally trying to use the one with the ripped shoulder) to his neck, he can feel the new scar that's spread across his throat. No stitches, but then it hadn't needed it-it had been healed shut, anyway, but there was still tissue that needed to be regrown.
To that matter, he honestly would look like he'd been hit by a truck to anyone that actually saw him right now. That new scar at his neck, the blotchy purple bruising around his now mostly healed nose-and all over his back as well-the obvious stitches on his shoulder wound and the one near his neck, the wound running down all the way down and stopping just in front of his hips, and the myriad small wounds, cuts, and stabs he'd suffered. Add pale skin and large, heavy bags under his eyes to all of that, and you could say for certain that he feels as bad as he looks. Even worse, actually, since he was still weary to the bone and feeling no small amount of pain. But he doesn't feel like asking for anything to stop the pain, or even care that his body is going to be scarred up to all hell.
I deserve it, he thinks to himself.
Looking around the room, he can see some evidence of someone-or multiple someones-having been in his room at some point in time, although he'd be hard pressed to guess when. It's difficult even moving his eyes around in his head, and he'd really like nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape all of this, especially the guilt that's practically choking him, but it doesn't seem like he'll be able to go back to sleep so easily for a while. So-what else can he do?-he decides to just wait, closing his eyes with a sigh before opening them again miserably.
Patience never was his strong point.]
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