Air Drill Practice (Privite, Invite only)

Mezurashii sighed as she saw Itami's face but froze at the older mans enraged face, she once again tried to move but when the door slammed shut she could only sighed.

"Itami, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" she asked quietly, after all that man may still be there. She forced herself into a sitting position, her legs dangling off the edge as she stared at Itami. Waiting.

Itami rubbed his eyes with his hand balled in a fist. His eyes closed he answered: "No, I'm okay." Too caught up in his feelings, he simply stood up and climbed into bed with his clothes and shoes still on, curling into a ball. Once his anxiety would pass, he would once again be sane enough to remember Mezurashii but for now his mind didn't really process information well. He saw her, yes. But he didn't really get that she was there.

The redhead watched him go to his assigned bed and just lay there in a ball, using the bedside table as a crutch Mezurashii limped over to his bed.

Grabbing the sheet folded at the end of the bed she pulled it over him and gave a few comforting strokes on his head, she lent down down a bit so she could be heard.

"There's a kunai under your pillow, I hope you rest well" she whispered before going back to her bed, once she adjusted her leg properly she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Even though it hurt she didn't regret moving.

With dazed eyes, Itami barely registered Mezurashii's words. He stared at the wall, unable to stop thinking. After an hour he finally fell into a restless sleep.

When he woke up, he was indifferent. With a complete poker face, he turned so he was staring at the ceiling. He didn't feel anything. Sometimes days like that just came, especially after chaotic encounters with his dad. He supposed it was his mind's way of hidding from pain and emotions.

He looked over to Mezurashii. She was sleeping. He hoped sincerely she wasn't going to stop being his friend because of the way his father acted. She must have heard it all through the wall, his father's voice was strong and they were standing not far away from the room.
Hate burst through his indifference. A burning hate that threatened to tear him apart. He breathed in and out.
Surpressing it for now, he sunk back into apathy, sliding from his bed and walking over to Mezurashii's bed. He took her water glass and filled it at the sink near the door. He walked back and put it at the nightstand next to her head. He went back to his bed then, and lay down again. For now, he was glad he didn't yet have to go home.

By the time she woke it was well into the night, she looked out the window and smiled at the night sky. A full moon glowing serenely, casting it's soft light on the darkness.

She wasn't in so much pain now, she looked groggily down to her arm and saw that the doctors had put an IV i her arm. That's probably what's making her so sleepy.

Looking over Mezurashii saw Itami sleeping and sighed in relief, smiling she let the drugs take effect and fell into a dreamless sleep. Praying that dawn would bring a new joy.

Itami woke up early. He slept through the night without interuptions and he felt rested and well again. His head still hurt if he moved too abruptly, but he was confident even that was going to dissapear soon. Pushing the blankets away, he realized he slept in his clothes - at the end, when he finally accepted he was going to stay here, he forgot to change into that terrible white hospital gown. His shoes lay on the floor, he must have kicked them off, half asleep. Yesterday's events felt like a dream to him. As if they happened to someone else.

He slid out of bed and went to check on Mezurashii. The IV drip was hooked into her arm meaning someone came into the room at night. Itami was suprised he didn't hear anything because usually, he was a light sleeper.

Barefoot, he walked over to the door and out the hall. Over at the check out desk, he asked the receptionist if it were possible to get some food for breakfast. He knew the delivered food later on - it was so early not many people were up yet - but he was hungry now and he hoped they'd let him eat sooner. The receptionist made some calls and told him breakfast was on its way. Itami nodded thankfully, and walked back to his room. He hoped they would bring him breakfast soon. His stomach rumbled loudly as he opened the door to where Mezurashii slept.

Mezurashii was roused by the sound of a door opening and closing, when she opened her eyes the room was empty. She felt sore all over and all she cold do was sigh in dismay, she didn't know how long she could stand this.

She looked out the window, something she does a lot a a hospital it seems, and noticed it was barely dawn. That explained the silence of the hospital, she looked over and smiled at the full glass of water. She tried to sit up but her muscles gave out under her, she huffed in annoyance but relaxed not a second afterwards. There was no reason to be annoyed at something so trivial.

Just then the door opened and Itami entered, she nodded in greeting as best she could. She knew the IV was meant to take away pain but it also made her drowsy and was beginning to really annoy her.

"Hey Itami. Um... could you help me sit up? I can't do it on my own" Mezurashii asked pitifully.

As soon as he closed the door, Itami noticed Mezurashii was up. Barely granted, but up. He smiled at her and nodded at her request. "Sure, no problem."
He walked to her bed and helped her so she was sitting up as best as she could. He had to readjust the pillows to enable her to do so. He felt a slight twinge of pain, seeing her so weak. He hoped she was going to get better soon.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly. He sat down at the foot of her bed. "Did you sleep okay? If you're hungry by any chance, I ordered an early breakfast."

Just then, the door opened again and a nurse walked in, pushing a cart with various plates and food. "Good morning." she greeted nicely and put together a tray of hospital foods for Itami. She then turned to Mezurashii. "Do you want something to eat as well sweetheart?" She smiled and handed Itami his tray. He took it and thanked her, heading over to his bed and sitting crosslegged on it, the tray in his lap. He had oatmeal, a banana, some sweet buns, tea and a plate full of scrambled eggs.
Suddenly feeling much better then before, he started eating with delight, even thought the hospital food couldn't compare to what Mezurashii cooked and what he ate at home.

"Thank you" she said as Itami helped her sit up, she felt more awake now. She smiled reassuringly at him and nodded.

"I'm feeling much better, still sore though. I woke up in the middle of the night but otherwise slept fine" she sighed and rubbed her arm with the IV, it was numb.

Before she could answer his question about food her stomach answered for her, protesting loudly at the lack of food. She laughed merrily, before she could speak the door opened and a nurse entered with a cart of trays. Her tray was placed carefully on her legs, she thanked the nurse.

"No, I'm good with this thanks" she said and the nurse nodded before leaving. She looked down and tried not to laugh, they had given her soup with mashed meat and mashed potato, it seems they believed she wouldn't be able to chew her own food.

She dug in and, despite the questionable taste, liked the food well enough. She drank her water slowly, her mind going over the event's of the past few days. She put her spoon down and stared at her empty soup bowl.

"Itami... that guy from before, he's your dad isn't he?" she asked quietly, she didn't want to pry but she felt like she had to know. Otherwise the question would tear at her mind. She didn't dare look at Itami, she didn't know what she would reveal and she was sure he didn't want to accidentally reveal anything he didn't want to.

"I'm glad" Itami responded and sighed. He really hoped Mezurashii was okay. He was really worried about her.

Finishing his oatmeal, he took a sip of his tea, noticing Mez finished with her soup as well. Just as he was about to get up to help her set the tray on the nightstand, she asked him about his father and he spilled his tea all over the sweet buns.
Trying to hide his nervousness and pretending the spill was a simple accident, he took some napkins and started patting the tray vigorously, avoiding Mezurashii's look.
"Yep, that was him." he said, sounding calm and like he didn't care, but still not averting his eyes from the tray.
He set it on the side and got up to take the wet napkins to the trash. He washed his hands at the sink, trying to stay there for as long as possible.