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“...Nothing... I... just...” It’s dark, but enough light cuts through the blinds to show the sweat glistening on Dimitri’s skin - his lips are trembling. 

BRINF ME BACK PEETAAAA

                                                    -- {花}

   She woke up at Karakura Hospital on a Sunday afternoon, with a slight headache and an empty stomach. Hazel optics fluttered open and instantly shut due to how bright it was in the room. Orihime whined and tried to shield her now sensitive eyes from the light, but as she did she was greeted with the slight tug and twinge of pain from her arm. Turning her head to the right, while opening her eyes just slightly, she could see the faint blurred image of an IV in her arm. The teen squinted at the IV and instantly felt alarmed, her eyes, now more adjusted to the lights, widened and took in the sight of the white walls of her hospital room.

  Orihime slowly began to sit up, only fall back down, her muscles aching and and burning slightly. She huffed and gazed up blankly at the ceiling, honestly perplexed about how or why she ended up here, in this place. She felt achy, and her head hurt, and her eyes felt dry and crusty; as if she hadn't opened them for a while. Which caused the girl to freeze and bite her lip in thought.

                         How  l o n g  has she been in the hospital, exactly.

  More out of concern than mere curiosity, Orihime glanced around the room for a calendar, or maybe one of the by nurses ft her phone...? Or something giving her any information about her current situation at all. Eyes lingered at the 'Call Button' before catching sight of clipboard on the table to the left of her. She used just a bit of her conserved strength to sit herself up more, and lean forward to reach out of said clip board, but froze at the sight of her arm.

                                                 ...Bruises...?

  They looked recent too. But they didn't looked self inflicted or anything like that, they didn't even look like someone else did it. They were too blunt, too dark and obvious for anyone to do with their own hands. Fear pushed through her body and anxieties soon began to follow as she gripped at the clipboard. A shaky breath left her lips as girl read the carefully written Patient Summery, that she was 100% sure wasn't supposed to be reading.

    Patient; Orihime Inoue   

DoB; 09/03/XX   

Gender; Female   

Summery; Patient has suffered from mild bruising due to a mis-step while walking down the stairs. Patient was given fluids and vitamins VIA IV and checked in to private rooms by the Residents of her Apartment complex-- 

  -- 'The old lady next door...!" Orihime suddenly thought, but continued on reading.

-- Patient has been asleep since XX/XX/XX date and is expected to wake up soon. Further information will be added once the Patient is awake for further inspection.

Orihime sighed and laid back down. Well at least she knew where the bruises came from, and she only had been asleep for a day, so that's good. But something deep down still bugged her, usually she was more careful going down the stairs, a slight trip here and there but never did she actually fall. It ate at her, but she could only shrug and sigh, there's a first time for anything she was sure.