On Today's Brow-Raising Episode of Cerealia Hospital...

[niceguypose]

Who: Rock Lee and you!
When: The first few days of January
Where: A room in Cerealia's hospital
What: It's a hospital episode.
Rating/Warning: Probably nothing drastic beyond references to injuries and painkillers?

[Rock Lee had fought bravely during the night of Santa's spree of destruction. But he pushed himself far enough that there were repreccussions to be paid afterwards, in a hospital room. His right arm had been stabbed by a reindeer's antler, one leg was broken, and he pretty much amassed a variety of other injuries around his body- there's even some bandages on his face. Plus he'd opened some of his chakra gates, so that caused some of his injuries to be worsened.

It's essentially enough for him to have to be confined to a hospital room for a few days while still being able to force himself to try to do things.]

A.

[You might walk in just as Rock Lee is trying to slip out of bed. He can be on the floor, trying one-handed push-ups, or perhaps even making himself do sit-ups. He may alternately be trying to get the window open.]

B.

[Or you can find him when he's actually managing to stay in the bed. It looks like he may have been given some painkillers and is a bit giddy. Most likely, he'll be surfing the internet on the CereVice and finding things to giggle at.]

There are so many kittens...

C.

[Or you can find him in a drowsier state, trying to type out instructions for his martial arts students one-handed on the CereVice.]

I... hope that everyone was alright...

D.

[Wild card?! Just walk into his hospital room and see what happens!]

Comments

c;

[journaler]

[With the ability to heal herself (and others), Leia thankfully doesn't need any hospital time. She does need to replenish her mana, after expending so much of it--but that doesn't seem to be a problem. She's even out and about today, because after all that fighting and surviving... well. She'd been in need of new winter clothes.

She walks into Lee's hospital room after finding it unlocked, only to see him aggressively typing at his CereVice. She looks tired--but new clothes aren't the only thing she's got.

In her hands is a bouquet--store-bought this time, rather than hand-picked.]

Hey. The door was open... Hope you don't mind that I let myself in.

[niceguypose]

[He looks away from his work as she enters, greeting Leia with a bright smile.]

Ah... Leia-san! It is no trouble at all. Please, come in! It is a pleasure to see you! [His eyes do linger on the bouquet - it looks very nice!]

[journaler]

[It's for him, of course. Leia smiles and she'll immediately make her way to his bedside, holding onto it tightly so that none of them fall out or get ruined. She's probably had some close calls already.]

It's good to see you, too. There's a bit of color in your face now, I can tell... so you must be doing a lot better!

[She offers him the bouquet.]

Here. It's all yours.

[niceguypose]

I am, don't worry! [He nods, always quick to try to reassure.] I will be out of here and racing you again in no time!

[He does flush as he receives the bouquet however, and he sets it at his bedside.]

For me? Ah... That's too kind, Leia-san!

[journaler]

[She watches him set it down and can't help but admire it, lightly rearranging a bit and propping up their petals with her hands. She only stops once she feels like it's perfect, she'll back away to have a casual seat on his bed.]

It makes your hospital room more colorful, too. Just don't forget it home.

[She winks teasingly.]

[niceguypose]

[He watches with a curious smile as the flowers are rearranged.]

Ah... It is truly thoughtful! Please do not worry. I will always treasure these flower. I am sure that they will bring vibrant energy wherever they go... Just like you yourself, Leia-san!

TO BRING IT HOME* is what i meant wow frick

[journaler]

Thanks!

[She beams and leans back, getting a good view of the ceiling. She wonders if Lee's started counting the lines and marks out of boredom yet.]

When do you think they'll let you out?

FFF I thought that might be it, it's okay!

[niceguypose]

[He's been counting them whenever he's not counting his attempts at push-ups and sit-ups. But right now, he has the flowers and Leia's presence to take his attention at least.]

It is not supposed to be long... It may even end up being less than a week! I hope that I can continue fullfledged training as soon as possible.

[journaler]

I hope so, too... Your students must miss you.

[On that note, she peers over his shoulder now, and wow, that sure is a lot of typing he's doing.]

Maybe I could take over until you get better!

[She's mostly joking. After all, it's not like she's in the best of shape, either.]

[niceguypose]

[He looks a bit solemn at the idea of his students missing him - he really believes it. And he does some more quick one-handed typing.]

Ah... I appreciate the thought, Leia-san! [He smiles towards her.] But have you truly been able to fully recover from the other night's ordeal? I will be able to teach them through my words at least, until I am truly fired up again!

[journaler]

[There's a slight nervous edge to her laughter, as if to say she'd been joking all along.]

Well, I feel great now. But I guess I should take it easy, too.

[It doesn't sound like she wants to, though.]

That must be what you're typing then, huh? Some instructions or something?

[niceguypose]

[He relates all too well to having trouble taking it easy... but he still hopes that others will manage to take it easy!]

That's right! Lesson plans, so that my students may learn in my absence... I want to be a good teacher!!

[journaler]

[......It's actually pretty long. She looks impressed.]

Did you need help?

[Leia's a pretty good typist! Texter... whatever.]

[niceguypose]

Er... Perhaps I could use some! [He's only been typing as long as he's been in Cerealia, and now he's doing it one-handed, so there's likely a mass of typos.]

But I do not wish to impose!

[journaler]

No way, you're not imposing! Don't forget, I'm here to see you.

[She grins and reaches out her hand.]

Here, let me see what I can do.

[niceguypose]

Ah yes... I can not forget that you are such a kind friend of my youth, Leia-san!

[he says that with a confident smile, before he presses some buttons on his CereVice, to make it hover towards Leia's outstretched hand.]

Here you go!

[journaler]

[She looks it over, and already, she's fixing some of those typos. She looks no less impressed, however.]

This is pretty detailed, but... I think this part is confusing.

Let's word it like this.

[And she starts to correct some parts too that aren't as clear as either of them would like. She'll only make the changes if he's okay with them, of course... meaning she'll read off everything she's typing, and wait for his okay.]

[niceguypose]

Is that so? [He leans over to see and hums in approval.]

Yes, Leia-san, that sounds much better! I agree wholeheartedly.

[journaler]

[She grins proudly. One day, she won't even need an editor for her work! She could do it herself. But until then...]

Great! Then let's hit send, and... [Sending... Sending...] Voila!

[She shifts the CereVice so he can see the confirmation, and she'll return the device to him.]

We'll see how they do.

[niceguypose]

[He smiles brightly as he takes it back.]

Thank you so much, Leia-san! With your help, I have faith in their continued progress.

[journaler]

[She of course has faith, too. As important as it is, though, for him to keep in touch with his students, she also wants him to get some true rest.

Which means he shouldn't worry so much.]

Now that that's done, try to relax, okay?

[...]

Are you hungry or anything?

[niceguypose]

I suppose I will try to relax... [he does look very restless.]

Do not worry for me!! I am not hungry at all. [This is almost immediately followed by a loud rumbling of his stomach, and he frowns sheepishly.]

[journaler]

[......Leia just tilts her head. Forgive her if she doesn't believe you...

Heh.]

The hospital food's not that great, is it?

[niceguypose]

[He turns red and stammers on.]

It... it is fine!! I can tell that it was prepared with love! But... Ah... I suppose that it is not very filling...

1/2

[journaler]

...Don't worry! I'll make you something special, okay? [SUDDENLY she feels energized! And determined.] You've got to have at least one good meal before you leave!