So long as Keigo isn't absent when the doctors are in his room and inspecting him, Touya's mostly cold and callous to the medics. He seems to tolerate them more than anything else, eyes lidded and expression wavering between tired and annoyed. Despite his flames being weak right now thanks to the damage ravaged across his body, his attitude suggests that if pushed too hard, he'd ignite with little care to the outcome. One final burst to try and finish what he started.
But none of those things happen. Apparently the destruction and death's Touya had wrought on his rampage had cast enough of a ghost around the staff to avoid it. Probably to no one's surprise, he's more awake and alert whenever it's just him and Keigo visiting in the hospital room. Still, his exhaustion and recovery take a toll and Touya ends up sleeping most of the time as the days tick on. The scars and regenerative tissues go hand-in-hand on his body, that T-shaped rictus grin permanently etched into his face. At least everything's the same color, though Touya heard one of the nurses say "for now" in regards to his body's ability to stay in its current state. What would happen if he tried to use his flames like this?
... just how useless is he going to be now ..
As Keigo leads him away from the medical wing, Touya's eyes wander about the halls and passing rooms. He holds his friend's hand, not minding the way their shoulders bump against each other's as they go. Feels like it's been forever since he saw this place; it's been three years after all. Oh, Keigo's saying something.
"We're going to change it?" Touya sounds confused about why they'd bother doing that. Most of the rooms are the same, little in the way of personality unless it's somehow required. But he pauses upon seeing their room again. Particularly the bed with two pillows on it. The scene brings back memories and feelings, causing a quiet well of the sensations in Touya's chest. Soft, but weak. Enough that his expression relaxes, but a smile fails to appear.
"But my pillow's on your bed." Touya takes a seat on the bed's edge, resting his hands on the rim for a few seconds before smoothing his fingers and palms across the surface. The sensation's faint, numb, in that he can feel it's soft, but not anything like he could still remember. So he stops doing that and simply rests his hands on his lap instead. Magazines? Touya lifts his head and glances at Keigo again when he mentions new places to live. Right, they had... talked about that before. What to do when they left this place.
"Mh." That's the only response he can (or wants) to give, since Keigo's already scooting over to him with the magazine. Turquoise eyes linger on the pages as they flip across the book, dropping as the document flops on his lap. A mall? He hasn't been to one of those... ever. But he focuses on the placement of Keigo's finger instead, noting the door and the hallway, followed by the skim to the exit door. For a few seconds, he seems to simply take it as Keigo means it. But after the bit, his eyes lid and a different kind of focus wanders through his mind. "Later at night. Goin out with all those people's annoyin."
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Date: 9/18/23 21:49 (UTC)But none of those things happen. Apparently the destruction and death's Touya had wrought on his rampage had cast enough of a ghost around the staff to avoid it. Probably to no one's surprise, he's more awake and alert whenever it's just him and Keigo visiting in the hospital room. Still, his exhaustion and recovery take a toll and Touya ends up sleeping most of the time as the days tick on. The scars and regenerative tissues go hand-in-hand on his body, that T-shaped rictus grin permanently etched into his face. At least everything's the same color, though Touya heard one of the nurses say "for now" in regards to his body's ability to stay in its current state. What would happen if he tried to use his flames like this?
... just how useless is he going to be now ..
As Keigo leads him away from the medical wing, Touya's eyes wander about the halls and passing rooms. He holds his friend's hand, not minding the way their shoulders bump against each other's as they go. Feels like it's been forever since he saw this place; it's been three years after all. Oh, Keigo's saying something.
"We're going to change it?" Touya sounds confused about why they'd bother doing that. Most of the rooms are the same, little in the way of personality unless it's somehow required. But he pauses upon seeing their room again. Particularly the bed with two pillows on it. The scene brings back memories and feelings, causing a quiet well of the sensations in Touya's chest. Soft, but weak. Enough that his expression relaxes, but a smile fails to appear.
"But my pillow's on your bed." Touya takes a seat on the bed's edge, resting his hands on the rim for a few seconds before smoothing his fingers and palms across the surface. The sensation's faint, numb, in that he can feel it's soft, but not anything like he could still remember. So he stops doing that and simply rests his hands on his lap instead. Magazines? Touya lifts his head and glances at Keigo again when he mentions new places to live. Right, they had... talked about that before. What to do when they left this place.
"Mh." That's the only response he can (or wants) to give, since Keigo's already scooting over to him with the magazine. Turquoise eyes linger on the pages as they flip across the book, dropping as the document flops on his lap. A mall? He hasn't been to one of those... ever. But he focuses on the placement of Keigo's finger instead, noting the door and the hallway, followed by the skim to the exit door. For a few seconds, he seems to simply take it as Keigo means it. But after the bit, his eyes lid and a different kind of focus wanders through his mind. "Later at night. Goin out with all those people's annoyin."