Considering everything that had happened the night before, Forte woke surprisingly restful. He was in pain, of course - especially his right shoulder, where he'd constantly thrown himself to the ground. Aside from his back, where his burns felt oddly warm but definitely painful, it was almost a good hurt. He was almost starting to feel an attachment to this body - he'd finally put it to good use, and it was sore but grateful. As he rolled over he felt the two scalpels under his pillow, and decided... to just leave them there. He wasn't tired, but he felt like just laying in bed.
Of course, he wasn't sure why he felt so relaxed. Nothing had changed. He still didn't know what to do about Sheena, or even how he felt.
Well... that wasn't true, was it? In the heat of the battle, tried to protect Sheena. He didn't think about it, he never made that decision, he just assumed it was what he was going to do. Wasn't that enough? The situation wasn't as dire, but he also rushed to help Sechs when he collapsed. His friend.
His friends. Wouldn't he do the same for Teisel or Depth Charge?
He had friends. And he cared about them.
Unfortunately, as much as he would have like to lay in his bed and contemplate that epiphany, a nurse appeared to insist he not just lay about all day. Pushing himself up, his muscles and joints were complaining again, and after she checked the bandages on his back, he slowly put on a shirt and stood. The woman's disapproving clucking fell on deaf ears, and he yawned as she led him out to the cafeteria.
Of course, Sheena and Sechs... he probably still had that... thing in him, and Sheena looked worse after he saved her than she had before. His friends had problems. And they were his problems. It was definitely giving his mood a backdrop of unease, but he was still dealing with this shift in his world view, and his body was telling him to just relax and bask in the aftermath of a battle well fought. Right now it was hard to focus, let alone Still, he stopped by the bulletin to post two notes before moving on.
Finally, as his meandering thoughts evaporated again, he was handed a tray of food and set loose. He saw a girl with tatoos and injuries, and his mind vaguely recalled that he tried to talk to people like that. Mostly out of habit, he sat across from her and yawned again.
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Of course, he wasn't sure why he felt so relaxed. Nothing had changed. He still didn't know what to do about Sheena, or even how he felt.
Well... that wasn't true, was it? In the heat of the battle, tried to protect Sheena. He didn't think about it, he never made that decision, he just assumed it was what he was going to do. Wasn't that enough? The situation wasn't as dire, but he also rushed to help Sechs when he collapsed. His friend.
His friends. Wouldn't he do the same for Teisel or Depth Charge?
He had friends. And he cared about them.
Unfortunately, as much as he would have like to lay in his bed and contemplate that epiphany, a nurse appeared to insist he not just lay about all day. Pushing himself up, his muscles and joints were complaining again, and after she checked the bandages on his back, he slowly put on a shirt and stood. The woman's disapproving clucking fell on deaf ears, and he yawned as she led him out to the cafeteria.
Of course, Sheena and Sechs... he probably still had that... thing in him, and Sheena looked worse after he saved her than she had before. His friends had problems. And they were his problems. It was definitely giving his mood a backdrop of unease, but he was still dealing with this shift in his world view, and his body was telling him to just relax and bask in the aftermath of a battle well fought. Right now it was hard to focus, let alone Still, he stopped by the bulletin to post two notes before moving on.
Finally, as his meandering thoughts evaporated again, he was handed a tray of food and set loose. He saw a girl with tatoos and injuries, and his mind vaguely recalled that he tried to talk to people like that. Mostly out of habit, he sat across from her and yawned again.
"...hi."