Shift change again.
Every damn 8 hours.
He’s always thought of the ICU as a simultaneously harrowing and scenic place.
Barking coughs, gaunt frames, and scuffed down blood splatters. Nurses sprint to rooms as if their lives depended on it and come back, panting breathlessly with palm-shaped sweat stains on their scrubs. Code blue doesn’t joke.
Allister was never fond of hospitals and their drowsy feel. His tongue nipped with antiseptic smells and moving your arms is impossible while receiving both an IV and a grave blood transfusion. He clucked his tongue at the feel of his head hitting those papery pillow linens.
There wasn’t a cell in his body that didn’t just want to finally get home and figure this out. It’s a headache to unproductively …show more content…
Why 19? Who knows? But that name, Osawa Kyoi.
Allister isn't an idiot, his survival is just a pitiful, unforeseen side-effect of this attack. Osawa, or whatever was left of Osawa that fabricated such a ruthless demon, wanted him dead. Even an idiot could see that if given the chance to skim through the last 6 months of his life.
And the acute throbbing in his head hasn’t stopped since two nights ago, it gets so loud sometimes that bile rises and raws his throat.
This isn’t a game, Allister.
Nonetheless, shift change means that snarky nurse would finally leave and gift him with another caretaker.
Just outside his room stood Kana-Rin, the shifting nurse, and Koriata Anami. She’s very personable in fact, yet intimidatingly bitter for Koriata. Her glossy cobalt bob, firm lips, and listless grey eyes fixated themselves on him with some sort of odd intention within them.
Newcomers always got those inspections. Unlike most though, he knew how to deal treatments with proper regard. With those wispy bangs and artless green orbs, straight edges like Kana-Rin were basically entitled to step all over him and his inky past.
“Patient’s name?”
“Allister Katsamane. Age 19.”
Young.
“Admitted
Every damn 8 hours.
He’s always thought of the ICU as a simultaneously harrowing and scenic place.
Barking coughs, gaunt frames, and scuffed down blood splatters. Nurses sprint to rooms as if their lives depended on it and come back, panting breathlessly with palm-shaped sweat stains on their scrubs. Code blue doesn’t joke.
Allister was never fond of hospitals and their drowsy feel. His tongue nipped with antiseptic smells and moving your arms is impossible while receiving both an IV and a grave blood transfusion. He clucked his tongue at the feel of his head hitting those papery pillow linens.
There wasn’t a cell in his body that didn’t just want to finally get home and figure this out. It’s a headache to unproductively …show more content…
Why 19? Who knows? But that name, Osawa Kyoi.
Allister isn't an idiot, his survival is just a pitiful, unforeseen side-effect of this attack. Osawa, or whatever was left of Osawa that fabricated such a ruthless demon, wanted him dead. Even an idiot could see that if given the chance to skim through the last 6 months of his life.
And the acute throbbing in his head hasn’t stopped since two nights ago, it gets so loud sometimes that bile rises and raws his throat.
This isn’t a game, Allister.
Nonetheless, shift change means that snarky nurse would finally leave and gift him with another caretaker.
Just outside his room stood Kana-Rin, the shifting nurse, and Koriata Anami. She’s very personable in fact, yet intimidatingly bitter for Koriata. Her glossy cobalt bob, firm lips, and listless grey eyes fixated themselves on him with some sort of odd intention within them.
Newcomers always got those inspections. Unlike most though, he knew how to deal treatments with proper regard. With those wispy bangs and artless green orbs, straight edges like Kana-Rin were basically entitled to step all over him and his inky past.
“Patient’s name?”
“Allister Katsamane. Age 19.”
Young.
“Admitted