Farewell Happy Fields!

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Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

Comments

Open! Just specify the day, please. c:

[fools_journey]

The first day in the hospital Minato spends largely unconscious, under the influence of anesthetics, side-effects of healing, the after-effects of an antidote, and plain old exhaustion. Dimly, he is aware that he has a roommate and that the roommate is vaguely familiar, but he pays little attention as he drifts in and out of bleary consciousness. He tries to wake up a little more for his sister or any other visitors, but he only really manages a few minutes at a time before it's back to the deep medicated sleep.

However, the second day he is a little more conscious and manages to carry on whole conversations. The second day is when it fully sinks in that he is sharing a room with the one and only Junes Prince. At this point, he spends a lot of time being horribly entertained by Yosuke's fangirls, even as he does his best to not be noticed by them - after all, having beaten Yosuke in the tournament had rendered Minato and Atsuro very much in the fangirls' black books of death and dismemberment.

... thankfully the nurses are quick to shoo them out. Usually.

Each day after, Minato does progressively better, though he still seems to be asleep an awful lot in between therapy and healing to make sure his bones set right and the torn muscles and so forth in his arm and shoulder mend and strengthen properly... What a lazybones!

A keen observer might notice that he is perhaps a little over-eager to get better and get out of here, though - even at the expense of proper healing. Perhaps the excess sleeping is a part of that?

Any day after the first few!

[hinoto_npcs]

Oh boy, time for one of his "stressful" patients.

Not that the boy is an issue, really- he can't blame him, all things considered. He'd been in that position, trying to push through recovery in his youth...the doctor just really didn't want others to have the same issues he had.

So every so often, he'd poke his head in unannounced. Just to check and make sure he wasn't, who could know with kids these days, doing squats or something. It also helped that Hanamura was in the same room, which gave him a solid alibi...most of the time. He'd really appreciate not having to duck around preteen girls to peek in himself. It was just, embarrassing.

"Ari-" Almost as if on cue, a girl tried to peep around the doctor's arm, and he moved his clipboard stubbornly in her view's path. "Arisato. How're you doing today?"

[fools_journey]

If he was worried about squats, then it was probably a good thing this doctor probably didn't have Akihiko Sanada under his care!

But be that as it may, Minato glanced up when he heard his name, pausing his mp3 player, though he didn't bother removing his headphones yet. Aside from perhaps trying to walk about and tire himself out more than he should and trying to do too much with treatments, he had been a fairly quiet patient, even if his restlessness was quite apparent. He was glad his sister had brought him his mp3 player and headphones - rescued from wherever they'd deposited his actual clothes when they'd been removed for surgery. Music was the best, most soothing way to past the time when he couldn't get up and move about and trouble poor doctors like this.

So he blinked up at the doctor and -- shrugged. Which was an improvement - his one shoulder wasn't so tender, now. "Ok."

[hinoto_npcs]

The doctor seemed to grimace at that shrug, stepping in and closing the door behind him. With it was the whining of the hinges, as well as a the aforementioned girl.

"Do you mind if I give it a look?"

Not literally. The doctor was already reaching in to his pocket for something, squeezing it once before the skeletal form of his persona took shape.

Whoops. About 3 days after admission.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

There's the distinct sound of a minor scuffle near the door, and you can make out some voices. "No, you can't see what's in it, it's for HIM -- I'm not telling you who the other person is either! It's not part of my -- hey, hands off the pants!"

Apparently some deliveries are just harder than others.

[fools_journey]

Minato stares at the door for a moment before glancing sidelong towards Yosuke. He's asleep for the moment, which leaves Minato to slide off the bed and make his way to the door, wheeling his IV stand with him. Cautiously, he pulls the door open with one hand (the other is pretty useless since its arm is in a cast and a sling for immobility) and peers out.

Guybrush certainly looks like he's in trouble, but Minato's not sure whether opening the door more to make it easier for him to tumble in or pressing the nurse call button would be the better move. So he shifts a little, preparing to do either, as he watches to see if Guybrush can extricate himself from Yosuke's legion!

Day 1, evening

[greatseal]

As family, Minako has a few privileges that other hospital visitors don't. Namely, she's allowed to stay overnight if she wishes. It's not quite the end of visiting hours, but it is the evening, after a long and tiring day. The hours since the attack had been spent in hallways and waiting rooms, unable to do anything but worry. It was late evening before he was released to a room and she was able to be at his side.

They say he will be fine. The knife hadn't hit anything vital. It was poisoned, but it isn't fatal. He'd lost blood, but despite her offer they didn't need her to give a transfusion... His broken arm will heal too, good as new. There's nothing to fear.

Telling herself that doesn't block out the images.

Minato, with a knife at his throat.
A crimson stain blossoming through his shirt.
The crunch of breaking bone.
Another person, lying deathly still in a different hospital bed, hooked up to IVs and machines.
The pale green walls of a children's ward, years and years ago, with only one patient for a pair of twin beds.

The power of social links makes you stronger. Bonds friends, bonds with family... those attachments bring joy and create miracles. But right now, Minako only feels small and weak.

One moment, she decides. One moment while no one is here to listen. She leans onto the bed beside Minato and buries her head in her arms, muffling the sound as she finally gives in to tears.

[themortalhalf]

Except someone is listening.

Shinjiro is standing, leaning against the wall just outside the door, observing quietly—just another of the many tangible ghosts inhabiting the hallways.

Most of his memories from the time the attack began are jumbled. He remembers watching a girl fall unconscious, he remembers fighting until he couldn't anymore, remembers coming into the hospital, remembers realizing other people besides him were hurt and everything was pretty damn wrong. Though all those memories are a blur of pain, adrenaline, and color, like all the memories to the day are puzzle pieces that have been broken apart and scattered, and each piece found is but a fragment of a moment. He figures things will string back together now that he's feeling halfway lucid. His body still aches from the poison, but he no longer feels like his body is being eaten away by acid and fire, and he no longer believes he's twenty seconds away from suffocating. Breathing's easier, and he can think without his thoughts swimming somewhere else. The wound in his arm's stitched up, and though it probably should take days to heal, he can already feel it itching and mending. The poison's been purged, and the last of it, as well as the drugs they gave him through his veins, are fading away from his system, clearing his mind and enabling him to better reason, move, and think—lucid enough to remove the IV and leave, so he wouldn't take up room in a temporary and hastily made hospital bed that someone else probably needs more than he will.

For as bad as things are, it will still be okay.

Doesn't mean things aren't still hard and bitter to swallow. He knew, vaguely beneath the haze, what had happened to Minato when he had been told, and had made an effort to find out where he was, and made a deliberate beeline for his room once he had become well enough to leave. He figured that's where everyone that can will gather eventually. It's also where he assumed Minako would be, and he's right on that count. He'll find where they stashed his regular clothes later, and stick with the garb the hospital had shoved him in for now.

It's distressing, though, hearing her cry. He hates it. Makes him feel a lot of things he was never supposed to.

Stupid kid (though not a kid, really) should just hurry up and wake up for her all ready; a big brother isn't supposed to make his younger sibling worry.

(Except that he knows it's probably far better that Minato's unconscious for a little while. He'll come to, eventually, but he shouldn't have to deal with the waking world right now.)

He debates waiting outside until she is done crying, because Shinjiro's sure she's only crying because she thinks she's alone (she isn't). She probably doesn't want anyone to see her this way, because it's a part of her, maybe, that she doesn't want anyone to know exists. Except he's seen just about every part of her by now. This one certainly isn't her greatest secret. He's seen her laugh, he's seen her smile, and he's certainly seen her cry. She doesn't really have much to hide anymore.

But he respects her need for privacy, too. He also debates leaving for awhile just to see it done. Let her have her moment alone. But then, he thinks, she never left him alone in those moments that he wanted to be, so maybe he shouldn't wait and he shouldn't leave, not until she tells him to. So he doesn't.

He walks in quietly, looks at Minato in his bed (idiot), before making use of his voice. "Hey," he says, letting his fingers lightly touch her shoulder. "It'll be okay."

And it will. Eventually. Though he's also not sure what the hell to say.

A few days in so Minato doesn't sleep through the conversation, shall we say?

[bondsofsuffering]

A head of green hair peeks into the room, his mouth forming a small "o" as he sees who all is in the room. No wonder so many people had been requesting entrance into this one in particular.

"It's practically a party in here! Hey-- is this allowed? I thought hospitals were supposed to be quiet, peaceful places."

works for me!

[fools_journey]

Minato looks up from where he'd been fiddling with his mp3 player. It his his way of drowning out the fangirls... But he recognizes the green mop of hair and pauses, pulling one of the headphones off and giving Hizumi a small, tired smile.

"You'd think that... ah, the nurses chase them out periodically, though.."

[Dawn of the Second Day]

[hinoto_npcs]

And Minato might find himself opening his eyes in response to a very familiar voice and a familiar laugh, and a hand, strong, feminine, running up from his bandaged shoulder until it tussles through his hair. It's almost gentle.

Other than her voice, the room is silent. No one's around but Minato and his unconscious, sleeping roommate. And her.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive. Wouldn't want to see you leaving from this world so quickly, when you've only just arrived. It wouldn't be fun that way. It certainly wasn't my intention, though accidents happen." She lifts her hand, a wide, fox-like smile decorating Geneva's face—one Minato probably won't remember the details of later. Just a blur of color and a familiar, taunting voice. "I've just come to check up on my handiwork, and I see it's just as magnificent as I remember."

not here at all what so ever

[hinoto_npcs]

AND THEN DR. ABI JUMP-FRONT SNAP KICKED HER IN THE TEETH

[48 hours remain]

[fools_journey]

The first thing Minato notices as he drifts back to consciousness is laughter, and it feels all wrong. Laughter shouldn't send a shiver down his spine (followed by a grimace as he is still very sore all over and shivering does him no favors), but this laughter does and that along with the feeling of fingers on his arm draws him more fully into wakefulness. He hopes it's just a fragment of dream. But when he opens his eyes, it's very clear it is not.

He doesn't recognize the face sneering overhead (and he isn't helped by the way his vision blurs and swims), but the voice he does, and his eyes widen in surprise. The fingers trail up, and he tries to squirm away, but movement still hurts and is sluggish and besides, there is nowhere for him to move to anyway. Although he is a little slow to piece together the words she is saying, enough of how she's saying them turns his surprise into a glare, and his fingers clench into fists.

"Wh-what... why -- Geneva?"

He isn't very good at getting words out particularly coherently, but she'll probably get what he means anyway - 'what the hell' and 'why hasn't someone punched you in the face yet'. And in any case, the words themselves aren't important - it's not like mere words will stop her from doing whatever she's come here to do.

A couple of days after admission? :3

[spaztastic]

Shiki felt like she was going through hell for the second time (and that's something coming from someone who had survived the Reapers' Game). There was a literally a barricade of girls guarding the door to Minato and Yosuke's room, glaring at anyone who dared to enter. She had to vehemently insist to these crazy fangirls that the flowers she was bringing over wasn't for their "beloved Junes Prince". She tried to reason with them, saying that she had never even met this Yosuke and she swears the arrangement was for Minato. Which seemed to anger them more than rather appease them. You can't please everybody.

"Ugh! Just let me through! Yosuke isn't even my type!!"

You can hear the dramatic gasping from the other side of the wall of the room. Fangirls' voices carry, apparently.

"I'M SERIOUS!" Shiki's voice carried, too. But hers sounded like she was growing more irritated by the second. She was this close to summoning Mr. Mew. "Let me through!"

:D

[fools_journey]

Poor Shiki - the fangirls could be brutal, a horrible gauntlet of horrified judgement to run through. Thankfully, Minato was awake at this moment and well recognized the sounds of the horde barring passage of another hapless visitor. It takes him a little to untangle himself from blankets and slide off the bed, using the IV pole for support and also rolling it with him so as not to accidentally pull the needle out. Once he reached the door, he cracked it open, peering out - he recognized Shiki's voice in the shouting and wanted to try to help her get out of the mob.

"Let her through or I'll call security again."

And then they'd be kicked out completely. Again. Which hopefully they'd want to avoid enough to ... actually let her though. Unfortunately, Minato's voice wasn't particularly strong yet and certainly not as piercing as their shrieks. .. would Shiki be lucky? Can she take the chance to duck into the room --?!

❤ - Day 2, late

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus was making some rounds, combing through his huge black feathers with his fingers, tugging out the loose ones... and leaving them as presents for the people who were still patients here, the way some might gift others with bouquets of flowers. He was pretty certain that the belief of the humans back in his home, that they were useful for good luck charms, or protection, or whatever it was, was merely a superstition... but all the same, a token of well-wishing wouldn't hurt, surely, even if the person didn't know the one gifting it to them?

So when he slipped into this next room, he paused, counting how many occupants there were, silently, as he tugged another plume out -- Minato, Yosuke... were Minako and Shinji still present, or had they ducked out for a moment? -- and stepped over to Minato's bedside, sighing to himself before he set one of the huge feathers down on the nightstand. It was big -- just over a foot long, and about five inches wide -- and in good shape, so hopefully it would be well-received.

And if Minato didn't wake up (and really, the blue birdish person wouldn't blame him if he didn't!) then he'd step away to go leave similar presents for the others.

Feathers~

[fools_journey]

As it turns out, Minato is alone at the moment, but he's not deeply asleep, and after an eventful morning, the sensation of someone standing over him is enough to stir him a little more awake, and he opens his eyes. He blinks blearily up at the ... blue person, confused and wondering if maybe he's dreaming again?

He doesn't say anything right away, though - just watches, curious and groggy. He follows the movement of the feather, as Avitus sets it down.

"Wha..t?"

[Second Day, Evening]

[themortalhalf]

Though Shinjiro has been in and out (mostly out) of Minato's hospital room throughout the next day—he has no desire to hang around MInato's shared hospital room when all of Yosuke's fangirls are afoot—Minato will probably be able to do more than just eavesdrop on one of Shinjiro's intimate conversations with his sister if he opens his eyes sometime during the second day's evening. It's during this time that the fans are gone, and many of the doctors are retiring for the night.

He'll be in a chair, sitting next to the tall windows, observing things quietly.

Re: [Second Day, Evening]

[fools_journey]

Eavesdropping is nice but sleep is nicer - and it renders things witnessed during brief wakeful periods rather fuzzy and dreamlike. So, when Minato drifts back to wakefulness, he doesn't really think much about what he overheard or morning visitations. Instead he blinks up at the ceiling before shifting a little and glancing around to see who is here.

Resting his gaze on Shinjiro, he mutters a soft, "Hey," and lifts the hand of his non broken arm in a slight wave.

Having someone here is... nice. It's so much better than waking up alone, as has usually been the case in past hospital stays. Yukari after his weeklong coma had been a welcome change. And his visitors here have been more than welcome with one notable exception. But Shinjiro is not that exception and Minato manages a weak smile.

One of the first few days, while Minato is conscious.

[technomaturgist]

Ferrus had heard that Minato was also in the hospital, with injuries perhaps worse then his. Certainly, Ferrus had had the shit ripped out of him - according to the reporter, they replayed slow motion clips of his fight against Mochizuki (and the beating he recieved, followed by his holding her there to let Rune wreck her) every night. Had Minato seen that? Whatever.

In any case, here's Ferrus. He's got a spare blanket draped around his shoulders, over the part of his little medical 'robe'. forming a makeshift hood and cover for the burnt side of his face. It doesn't hide the burn scars on his leg, though. His robotic limb is plainly visible, and it's currently the arm he has using his IV drip as a cane. Sure, it wasn't safe. But it was easier then the alternative.

His voice is recognizable, even if his albino appearance is not. "...How are you feeling?" His expression is one of curiousity and perhaps a bit of worry - had he heard the extent of the damages? Probably. Minato was a nice guy, in his opinion. So...

c:

[fools_journey]

Minato is sitting up when Ferrus comes in, though his eyes are closed, and his head is tilted back, nodding a little as he listens to music. However, the sound of the door opening does get his attention, and he opens his eyes, blinking at the at first rather unfamiliar sight. He doesn't recognize Ferrus without the mask or the covering robes, but the sight of a robotic limb doesn't particularly faze Minato all the same. He just blinks at it before sliding his eyes back up to Ferrus' face as the man speaks -- and then he realizes who it is, recognition dawning.

Minato pulls his headphones off carefully with his left hand (his right is in a sling still) and smiles a little. "I can't complain. Everything's healing. How are you, Ferrus?"

Right, so maybe he's dodging the question a little, but he notes that worry in Ferrus' face and wants to appease him. Besides, Ferrus looks in bad enough shape himself... Minato finds it pretty interesting to see what he really looks like, though.

[helenchanter]

Miki had been lucky, as far as sustaining injuries during the entire fight. She'd gotten away with a broken finger, a few cuts and torn leg muscle. All of that was quickly fixed, as far as this hospital was concerned. Just a day of preventive staying in her room in case she developed anything from treatment, but she was clear soon enough and was allowed to visit the others. It hadn't taken too long for her to find out what rooms everyone were, but Minato's proved to be more of a challenge. June Prince...

In the hopes of dodging the damn fangirls that had stood next to the door like a bunch of overeager hens, Miki had arrived at night and walked past most of them sleeping, able to get into the room without having to push any of them back.

The only problem was she hadn't slept much herself, and when she finally managed to get in, the situation dawned on her. Both of them were asleep, and would probably be for a while long, so she leaned down on one of the walls and waited. By the time either would wake up, Miki had already dozed off. Her mouth was open, and she was drooling a bit.

She tried.

[fools_journey]

Minato had either the fortune or the misfortune to wake up in the middle of the night, amid the thirteenth hour, shuddering from some awful half anesthetic-induced nightmare involving that horrid woman who'd visited him on his second morning here. After staring at the ceiling for a few moments, just breathing in and out (and also reminding himself that this weird time wasn't the Dark Hour, and he wasn't a little kid stuck in the hospital alone again), he started to roll over to go back to sleep before the soreness of a broken arm and a mostly-healed stab wound in his side reminded him that this was a bad idea, and he let out of a hiss of pain as he settled back again.

Perhaps that was enough to awaken Miki, but even if it was not, Minato found he couldn't fall back to sleep now, and he glanced around the room, only to stop when he noticed someone new and familiar slumped against the wall. ... hopefully Miki doesn't mind if he just watches her for a few moments.

A few days later | morning (whoops late)

[the_usual_stuff]

Between bouts of bleary consciousness, sleepiness induced by medications and exhaustion and fits of dim awareness, sometimes there was a child, standing at the side of his bed and saying nothing but familiar phrases, of encouragement, of reproach, of concern. Actually, there was always a small child at his side, day and night, but Minato wasn't usually conscious enough to perceive him as being there beyond a faint sense of someone staring down at him in faint worry.

It's a few days later in the morning, Minato wakes up and sees Pharos seated comfortably at the end of his bed, clearly and solidly there. In the bright sunlight of dawn coming through the tall windows, the personification of Death smiles at him, delighted to see him fully awake and on the way to recovery.

"Good morning. Have you slept well, Minato?"

It's a familiar greeting.

And since it's a little too early for visitors, the hospital room is empty except the Junes boy sleeping soundly in the next bed over. The sunlight makes the sterile whiteness of the room brighter.

/also late

[fools_journey]

Minato really should have stopped being surprised at Pharos just being there a long time ago, but he's a little jumpy at early morning visitors, now, so he startles just a little at the voice. However, it's only Pharos, so he quickly relaxes.

He makes some sort of non-committal noise at the question about sleeping well and slowly pushes himself to a more upright position. "Morning, Pharos. How are you?"