[semi-open] did u hear the joke about the dragon

[perfectstrike]

Who: perfectstrike & anyone who might have cause to try to call Peko to check up on her after the CERESTour!
When: just after the CERESTour into the next day (ic: 1/26-1/27)
Where: CERES Hospital
What: Peko got herself injured during the CERESTour and is patently confused as to why people keep visiting her.
Rating/Warning: Warning for blood and talk about injuries, but nothing gorey or gruesome.

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[Immediately following the tour, Mosley had kindly ushered group three to the hospital for their sustained injuries. Peko, having gotten herself hit with the sharp end of a not-so-virtual dragon's claw, had needed to be rushed to get several nasty-looking gashes cleaned and stitched, along with some smaller burns treated. Swords aren't much good against things that can fly and breathe fire, after all.

Some time later, she can be found in the wing tended to by human and humanoid doctors (no androids here, please), seated quietly in one of the beds with her eyes closed as if she's asleep. The heart rate monitor is beeping quietly and steadily, and there's an IV hooked to her right arm to replenish some of the fluid she'd lost from bleeding everywhere earlier. All in all, though, she looks fine! If the ripped and bloody sailor suit in the corner and the fresh white bandages covering her left bicep and peeking out from above the cut of her hospital gown over her chest are any indication. At least the gown is cute, with happy little robots printed in a pattern along the fabric. To promote organic healing, of course!

Before the Cerevice goes down, though, she'll be answering calls with voice and just generally trying to rest and recover in the hospital. She's fine, though, really--!]

Comments

[perfectstrike]

...I see.

As long as he can fight well, that's all that matters.

[flaredo]

He can. Not as well as me, but...

[ SO MODEST. ]

[perfectstrike]

[SO MODEST but Peko's not helping,]

That's true. You are a very good fighter. I would have rathered you have been at my side in the September virtual diary.

[flaredo]

Aww, Peko... don't worry, I'll stick with you the next time we run into a virtual diary.

[ Because it happens so often?? ]

[perfectstrike]

Hopefully there will not be a next time.

But I am glad you were not injured like I was. I... have never had to stay in a hospital so long. It is quite frustrating.

[flaredo]

I heal pretty fast... but how long are they keeping you in here, anyway?

[perfectstrike]

Not long. I intend to leave tomorrow.

[...Implying that she's going home whether or not she's released. Really, these girls.]

I would leave today, but with as much blood as I lost... they wanted to keep me under observation. The young master has been here most of the time, so... I suppose it is not so bad.

[While it is frustrating, having Kuzuryuu here makes it ten times better. And all her visitors? Definitely at least a couple times better than that, even.]

I was not expecting anyone to stop by. T...thank you.

[flaredo]

Remember, it's a friend thing. [ Yang smiles warmly, turning the half-eaten apple in her palms. ] Me, the others, that young master of yours... we all want to see you better.

[perfectstrike]

[The friend thing is still weird for her... maybe someday she'll get used to it.]

Yes... I am not much use to anyone while in this condition. All I can hope is that we will not see a "glitch" of any kind any time soon.

[But wait, that's missing the point a little. It's not about how useful she is; even she understands that now, even if it's still hard to grasp.] And... I am grateful that we are... friends.

[Peko please. Don't act like that's so hard to say.]

[flaredo]

... Are we able to smile about it yet?

[ Because it looks like that took a lot out of you, Peko-- ]

[perfectstrike]

...

[Smiling, right...

She purses her lips tightly together and appears to be doing her best to think about it. A couple seconds, and her face starts paling a little as she grits her teeth.

That's the only change. Help her.]

[flaredo]

... O-okay, whoa, stop! Breathe! Don't pass out on me!!

[ ABORT ABORT. ]

[perfectstrike]

Ah--

[Whoops. She just gives Yang a bit of a helpless frown and shakes her head.]

I am sorry. I... will keep working on it.

[flaredo]

Recovery first. We can have smile lessons later.

[perfectstrike]

I'll keep working on it, [she repeats, a little embarrassed now.]

It should not take me very long to recover. The medical technology is rather more efficient than it was back home.

[flaredo]

I guess that's one thing this place has going for it... you can be in and out of here in no time flat.

[perfectstrike]

Yes... I do not like being here even as long as I have been already. I cannot help but feel like something else is going to "glitch" or go wrong, as seems to be normal here.

[flaredo]

Mm... maybe ask the Young Master to stay the night? You know, just in case.

[ Matchmaker, matchmaker-- ]

[perfectstrike]

Ah... he did stay while he forced me to take a nap earlier, but I do not think that chair very comfortable to sleep in for an entire night. I cannot ask him to do that.

[flaredo]

You could always share the bed. Plenty of room!

[ Problem solved. ]

[perfectstrike]

N-no!

[She flushes darkly and jerks a little bit as if she means to physically stop that kind of suggestion. Of course, all that results in is her letting out a quiet yelp of pain because a movement that fast isn't good for her injury.]

That's... no. That is much too inappropriate.

[flaredo]

You've got to make a move sooner or later, Peko. Subtlety's a good start.

[ HOW IS THAT SUBTLE-- ]

Also, careful! Panic with care, okay?

[perfectstrike]

W-where did you get that idea!?

[Who's making moves?! What kind of moves?! That's so inappropriate, and even if she wants to date the bocchan, that is such a bad first step, in her opinion.

It's totally obvious, but she doesn't want to admit it...]

[flaredo]

... Your undying devotion, for starters.

[perfectstrike]

That's...

[Oh, phew, okay, she can explain that.]

I have been with the young master since I was a child. I am supposed to be his... bodyguard, of a sort.

[Since using the word "tool" is forbidden.]

Of course I would be devoted to him.