#starter thingy

liked for a starter

Roxas glanced over towards the brown haired male, the other had been so busy with the war, that everything now was starting to crack and even without being apart of Sora’s heart anymore -- That connection, that unbreakable bond that the pair shared, he could still feel massive weight tugging. The blond was just un-sure at the moment as to whether it was actually his or whether it was his Somebodies. He had that dazed look as he was trying to figure out it, well that was until cerulean eyes got right up in his face, Roxas noted that  Sora’s lips were moving but he couldn’t understand what he was saying ---- Well that was until the other repeated it about two more times. ‘Sorry for making you suffer’ Was Sora thinking that through all the time that he was cooped up inside Sora’s heart that he was suffering? Or was Sora referring to Riku forcing him to give himself up in order to bring Sora back a few years ago? Or maybe it was a sorry for the fact that they had to temporarily fight Xion? But he gave a slight shook of his head, a small smile coming across his face.

   They said it would take time to get used to it. They said everything would get better. It only pissed Simon off all the more. They said things just like that the last time he was in hospital. And things just went downhill from there. After several rather angry outbursts at the nurses; Simon had been pretty much left alone.

   Maybe too alone.

   Hell, he hadn't even had any guests lately. Then again, most of the people he knew died at the Asylum that night. His brother was no where to be found, and Mathew was over seas for work. Did he really not have that many friends? Then again, he only had himself to blame. Being the emotionless idiot that he was.

   Propped up on his hospital bed, he would occasionally glance to the bandaged stump at his side; still coming to terms with the fact it was gone. There was the option of a prosthetic; it's not like he didn't have the money for a state of the art one. 

   He knew recently they had wheeled someone else into the room. But Simon being Simon, he had kept the curtains around his bed up. He didn't want to see anyone; let alone let anyone see him in this condition. He looked... weak. Pathetic.

   Simon didn't want to feel like this. Not again.