It was definitely a cliché thing to say at this point, but like many other of its patrons, Shinsetsu was in no way a stranger to the hospital, especially given his most beloved recreational hobby; hunting in the woods with his father. Though, admittedly, coming here and been something of a cause for trepidation in the black haired boy. It was all about the loss of his sister. She'd had a nasty accident when falling out of the tree, and Shinsetsu, clumsily attempting to provide care until their father could arrive, had unwittingly put too much pressure on her windpipe, almost literally hammering the last nail into her coffin. Maybe someday he'd forgive himself for that, or even come clean about it, given his father had indirectly diagnosed the cause of death as bloodloss when he'd seen what had happened and heard his son's version for the grizzly event.
Fortunately, the routine scruffs and scrapes Shinsetsu sustained were nowhere near as life threatening as a slashed jugular vein. Today, though, he'd emerged from the woods, half in tears, with pretty gnarly black eye and a bruise up the side of his face. Yeah, he needed to get this checked out. But, despite having come here a fair times, he'd never come here alone, and he wasn't sure where to go or what to do without his father at his side. He kind of just paced around, hoping someone would stop to check if he was okay and offer him a bit of much needed healing.
Fortunately, the routine scruffs and scrapes Shinsetsu sustained were nowhere near as life threatening as a slashed jugular vein. Today, though, he'd emerged from the woods, half in tears, with pretty gnarly black eye and a bruise up the side of his face. Yeah, he needed to get this checked out. But, despite having come here a fair times, he'd never come here alone, and he wasn't sure where to go or what to do without his father at his side. He kind of just paced around, hoping someone would stop to check if he was okay and offer him a bit of much needed healing.