Touya awoke in much the same position he'd lost consciousness in: on his back.
His wounds still stung, but fortunately it seemed as though nothing was serious enough that it required a stitch or a butterfly closure. He was simply bandaged--though he noted with some disdain that he smelled like blood and antiseptic.
He stared at the ceiling, wondering if it was too much to hope that last night had just been some sort of dream or nightmare. The pangs in his chest and stomach told him otherwise. Somehow, Touya knew that if he asked about Fai, he wouldn't like the answer he got.
And how was he supposed to feel anyway? Someone had died and they were no closer to escaping. Worse, it was partially his fault. He'd been the one to push going to the basement. It was he who had insisted they explore more. And then Yue had to kill Fai. It was too much for his mind to take in.
"Thomas?" his nurse said quietly from a crack in the door. Touya lazily lifted his head and looked at her. "Did you want to get up? Breakfast is over, and--"
Breakfast. Yuki. Yuki might have been at breakfast. Looking for him.
The nurse entered the room quickly as Touya began hoisting himself out of bed at what must have been record speed for someone who had been shot twice and had some odd cuts on him. She fussed and he walked. She warned him not to move too much and he ignored her.
Fortunately, he didn't have to go very far. Yue and Yuki were nearly asleep on a couch, and while he normally would have taken a seat on the floor and waited for them to wake up, he thought waiting wasn't the way to do this. He took long strides to the couch, slid next to them and, without wondering if Yue or Yuki was in control now, pulled him into his arms and held him fast.
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His wounds still stung, but fortunately it seemed as though nothing was serious enough that it required a stitch or a butterfly closure. He was simply bandaged--though he noted with some disdain that he smelled like blood and antiseptic.
He stared at the ceiling, wondering if it was too much to hope that last night had just been some sort of dream or nightmare. The pangs in his chest and stomach told him otherwise. Somehow, Touya knew that if he asked about Fai, he wouldn't like the answer he got.
And how was he supposed to feel anyway? Someone had died and they were no closer to escaping. Worse, it was partially his fault. He'd been the one to push going to the basement. It was he who had insisted they explore more. And then Yue had to kill Fai. It was too much for his mind to take in.
"Thomas?" his nurse said quietly from a crack in the door. Touya lazily lifted his head and looked at her. "Did you want to get up? Breakfast is over, and--"
Breakfast. Yuki. Yuki might have been at breakfast. Looking for him.
The nurse entered the room quickly as Touya began hoisting himself out of bed at what must have been record speed for someone who had been shot twice and had some odd cuts on him. She fussed and he walked. She warned him not to move too much and he ignored her.
Fortunately, he didn't have to go very far. Yue and Yuki were nearly asleep on a couch, and while he normally would have taken a seat on the floor and waited for them to wake up, he thought waiting wasn't the way to do this. He took long strides to the couch, slid next to them and, without wondering if Yue or Yuki was in control now, pulled him into his arms and held him fast.