[What is your magazine about, bocchan? It's just over an hour before she blinks blearily awake, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar sight of the hospital's ceiling above her. Almost immediately she's reminded of where she is and why she's here by the sharp pain of tense muscles tugging against her stitches, her face scrunching up with a grunt of pain. Okay, time to be awake.
Just a moment after that, and she's quickly turning her head to see-- yep. He's still there. And that, at least, makes her kind of feel good.]
What... [And she has to pause and swallow, because now her mouth is dry. Hang on, let her get back to work trying to sit up.] What... was on the computer?
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Just a moment after that, and she's quickly turning her head to see-- yep. He's still there. And that, at least, makes her kind of feel good.]
What... [And she has to pause and swallow, because now her mouth is dry. Hang on, let her get back to work trying to sit up.] What... was on the computer?
[Incredible.]