Evening had descended upon the denizens of Wind Country before Makeinu would stir. The aftermath of Djinn and terrorist attacks left things in disarray. The room in which Makeinu was kept had two other occupants, a blessing considering how packed the rest were.
The first of the patients was an old man that had lost a leg, the limb crushed to nothing under the debris of the former hospital during the attack. The second was a teenaged girl who had been there longer than them both, in a deep coma. Both roommates were quiet, the old man sleeping more than Makeinu did and the girl going nowhere fast.
The sickly boy would help the elderly man move around at the elder's request on occasion, downplaying his own challenges. Aside from that he didn't say or do much and rarely ate. Staring at the wall laying with his back turned was preferable to socializing or exploring the hospital. He didn't want to end up anywhere he wasn't supposed to be. Getting kicked out was the last thing he wanted.
Someone had approached him with the idea of becoming a student at the Shinobi academy. He had barely let the medic finish before nodding yes. He knew he had nowhere else to go. Makeinu's thoughts were haunted with wild imaginings about his future placement. One scenario involved a cruel place for orphans controlled by evil caretakers.
He groaned in defeat as he gave up trying to predict his future. The breathing mask that was found close to him had been given to him, initially to see if it would jog his memory. It didn't, but he kept it any way beneath his sheets. Sometimes he'd put it on to hide his face, a face he found was lacking in handsomeness. For now, he just hugged the device to his chest. He was merely awaiting another day.
[MFT - Word count is 314]
The first of the patients was an old man that had lost a leg, the limb crushed to nothing under the debris of the former hospital during the attack. The second was a teenaged girl who had been there longer than them both, in a deep coma. Both roommates were quiet, the old man sleeping more than Makeinu did and the girl going nowhere fast.
The sickly boy would help the elderly man move around at the elder's request on occasion, downplaying his own challenges. Aside from that he didn't say or do much and rarely ate. Staring at the wall laying with his back turned was preferable to socializing or exploring the hospital. He didn't want to end up anywhere he wasn't supposed to be. Getting kicked out was the last thing he wanted.
Someone had approached him with the idea of becoming a student at the Shinobi academy. He had barely let the medic finish before nodding yes. He knew he had nowhere else to go. Makeinu's thoughts were haunted with wild imaginings about his future placement. One scenario involved a cruel place for orphans controlled by evil caretakers.
He groaned in defeat as he gave up trying to predict his future. The breathing mask that was found close to him had been given to him, initially to see if it would jog his memory. It didn't, but he kept it any way beneath his sheets. Sometimes he'd put it on to hide his face, a face he found was lacking in handsomeness. For now, he just hugged the device to his chest. He was merely awaiting another day.
[MFT - Word count is 314]