There was the doctor and then there were the nurses, talking to them all with cheery falsetto voices, and it was all in all very difficult not to raise much of a fuss. Ishida-kun had warned her about the needles, about the futility of it, but still, the temptation was there. If she could, she would -- she'd lead a hostile takeover, tie her hair up into a ponytail and rip her pillowcase into a headband that she'd wear over her forehead. She's stand on top of a table and scream at the top of her lungs, viva la revolution. Instead, she was herded into the room without any fanfare, no guns blazing, no warhorse beneath her seat.
It was with great restraint that she didn't attempt to hop onto a table, anyway.
The first thing she noticed was Ishida-kun (or his old haircut, rather), sitting in front of a television further into the room. It wasn't too much of a surprise, given that she'd been looking for him, ready to tell him that it was a lot to take in but that it was okay, we're going to be okay, and more than prepared to insist that she was going to heal his shoulder and eye tonight.
It took her fifteen steps into the room and a casual glance to side later for her initial plan to go flying out the window.
"Oh!" Orihime's voice was as close to reverent as it could get. "Is this-! It is, isn't it??" She stood at the side of the table, holding up the Monopoly box as if it were some prized jewel, an ancient relic, excited yet oddly dainty in the way her fingers were carefully carrying the box, arms reaching out before her.
Needless to say, her volume was not very conducive to solitaire.
"Ah, um..." Tentatively, she regarded the girl playing cards on the table -- with her indoor voice, this time. "Were you looking for someone to play with you?"
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It was with great restraint that she didn't attempt to hop onto a table, anyway.
The first thing she noticed was Ishida-kun (or his old haircut, rather), sitting in front of a television further into the room. It wasn't too much of a surprise, given that she'd been looking for him, ready to tell him that it was a lot to take in but that it was okay, we're going to be okay, and more than prepared to insist that she was going to heal his shoulder and eye tonight.
It took her fifteen steps into the room and a casual glance to side later for her initial plan to go flying out the window.
"Oh!" Orihime's voice was as close to reverent as it could get. "Is this-! It is, isn't it??" She stood at the side of the table, holding up the Monopoly box as if it were some prized jewel, an ancient relic, excited yet oddly dainty in the way her fingers were carefully carrying the box, arms reaching out before her.
Needless to say, her volume was not very conducive to solitaire.
"Ah, um..." Tentatively, she regarded the girl playing cards on the table -- with her indoor voice, this time. "Were you looking for someone to play with you?"