Rin marched immediately to the infirmary and was taken aback at what he found.
A man lay in the cast iron bed as lifeless as a doll, one that had been forgotten by its owner and left out in the rain. Rin had never seen a living human so pale. His hands were white against the shackles that secured him to the headboard, his neck was white against his rough bed gown, and most of all, his cheeks and brow were deathly white against the black of his long, unruly hair, the contrast almost shocking. Rin stood at attention in the door, his body in correct military formation, while he allowed himself to plainly gawk. The sunken, closed eyes, the drawn mouth, the weird stillness; he would never disobey his superior’s orders, but at the same time he suddenly realized he was on a fool’s errand.
Mikoshiba had assigned him to guard a dead man.
Thank you to the amazing @brainindacloudz for her lovely/creepy Haru & @icecreambat for her perfect prompt!
