Visitors already?

The day had given her plenty to think about without them--the entire week, truthfully. She didn't want to leave Sora in the Game Room; a part of her wondered what if, like a mirage, he disappeared the moment she took her eyes off of him? Only the tangible fact that he was alive and well kept Tsubaki from arguing with her nurse. Although he wasn't quite back to normal, Sora was back.

And she... she had to make sure she was doing everything she could to support him, and the rest of her friends. For now, that meant following the Institute's cues.

She took her customary seat in one of the waiting room's chairs, hands clasped in her lap. Truth be told, Tsubaki was happier having a distraction from thoughts of visitors and who might be on their way to see her. Her last conversation with Masamune still felt surreal, a waking dream that made her chest ache. Her brother was gone, and yet the smiling, laughing ghost of him remained.

If he walked through that door, she would have to see him again, talk to him. She didn't know if she would ever be ready for that.